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As I often have to remind gardeners, however, perennial does not equate with immortal

She was awake. There was a tiny dance of melody in the air, her Seashell was tamped in her ear again and she was listening to far people in far places, her eyes wide and staring at the fathoms of blackness above her
-October 1953

Sometimes I'm ancient.I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other. Did it always used to be that way? My uncle says no. Six of my friends have been shot in the last year alone. Ten of them died in car wrecks.I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid. My uncle says his grandfather remembered when children didn't kill each other.But that was a long time ago when they had things different