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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
The longer I live the more things I see that I never imagined. When I see something so far beyond what I was expecting, I feel young, fresh, naive. I feel the joy of a child discovering that there are other playgrounds in the world. The feeling that the world is vast and strange and unknown. They make pterodactyl noises while they do it. And beat their veiny wings.
