Even at six years old we have a sense of the things that we left in the past and even empirical science can't explain how the dust seems to fall like magic. Old... we're told... it's old. How can you get on while all along thinking, "We were wrong, it's just a song"? Well then, it's just a song! But if we all were wrong, if this is just a song... if you say "this can't last" then this can't last. But, do you still sing your heart out? Because you know those words by heart now? First a glance, then a smile. We knew all the while, but we're still amazed to find such common space. Then, marked by English light, we'd been up all night, and this feels right! Have we ever felt this way before, like the things we've weathered such might decay to something like the freshness, excitement might somehow give away to something like wisdom or truth. It's the things we won't let settle but let set. The best books of our lives have not been written yet.
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