I think this has something to do with our innate adoration for children. The potential for what kids can become are endless, and it secretly reminds us of the times when we were constantly learning about new things, discovering new facts about the world in wonderment, and exponentially growing our own lists as well.

Blind people hear and taste and smell what other people cannot, and what Ma Taffy smells on this early afternoon makes her sit up straight. She smells it high and ripe and stink on the air, like a bright green jackfruit in season being pulled to the rocky ground below. The smell is coming down John Golding Road right alongside the boy-child, someth

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