“I think I’m beginning to see something,” I say.

“Hmm,” the small voice says.

“I spend a lot of time wishing and I wish I didn’t.”

The small voice smiles as I catch myself.

“When you’re not wishing, what’s left?” the small voice asks.

“Just me and the world.”

“Just?” the small voice says.

I get quiet. “And… ” I struggle for words. “And 

somehow things slow down and…”

“And?” the small voice says.

I take a deep breath. “And yet I still seem to have plenty of time.”

“Ah,” says the small voice, “you’re beginning to see.”

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