A small gift buried near you, a small part of me that was there when I grew up 10 years in one afternoon, when I gave up my teenage angst, when I gave up the dreams and the hopes from childhood to embrace new ones; not when I stopped being a teenager or stopped behaving and dreaming like one, because, as I learned from you, the journey only ends in Wagdas and mine is still far from that. Maybe when I build myself an Orgon Box I'll be a little closer...
