"Where the willows weep and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me..."
I remember when I used to count my age in months, and then in half-years. I remember when every passing minute was an eternity to my young consciousness, and how a summer lasted a thousand years. I remember looking forward to the distant Year 2000, and thinking how old I would be then. Now I look backward to the distant Year 2000, and remember how young I was then. It IS scary!
Terribly frightening, indeed.
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