LIKE creamy waves of whipped foam the words wash over me, a tide of feelingsthoughtsideas passed down and relit.
Suddeny I feel like a naked child again, so fragile and so naive. Suddenly I want to run back to my mother, away and yet somehow closer to this huge world that scares me so. Suddenly I feel blessed with the knowledge that wisdom is difficult to achieve.
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