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and the days are getting shorter. Hours into minutes into seconds, squished together like nesting dolls until they are lost to infinity. You don't know the value of sleep yet, so read your dog-eared paperbacks by the muted glow of your flashlight, hidden under your blankets like a prodigal son. Keep your heavy eyes open because the pictures in your books will silently climb out of their pages while you're asleep, escaping through your bedroom window. Your bones are getting longer and your book bag is getting heavier. So spend your precious seconds wisely, because as the years change, those seconds will get shorter.
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
Kid, this is a clock
and the days are getting shorter. Hours into minutes into seconds, squished together like nesting dolls until they are lost to infinity. You don't know the value of sleep yet, so read your dog-eared paperbacks by the muted glow of your flashlight, hidden under your blankets like a prodigal son. Keep your heavy eyes open because the pictures in your books will silently climb out of their pages while you're asleep, escaping through your bedroom window. Your bones are getting longer and your book bag is getting heavier. So spend your precious seconds wisely, because as the years change, those seconds will get shorter.
for Mr. Jeffrey Bean, who reminded me what it means to be a kid
#kid#time#books#sleep#seconds#pictures#growing#waste#clock
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
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