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  • I envy, sometimes, the way you see the world, your brilliant eyes with their ever-present flicker of surprise. To you, life gets curiouser and curiouser, not heavier with time, and you don't cry when you fall down rabbit holes; you look for smoke rings in the distance, the clatter of tea parties. We all grow weary-old, our souls crumbling into bent little question marks: why? and how?, but you are always a comma, your gaze aimed skyward from the grass, wondering what happens next.

    "Shall I never get any older than I am now? That'll be a comfort, one way -- never to be an old woman -- but then, always to have lessons to learn." - Alice in Wonderland
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