It's time, children, to make snow angels and eat olives off of finger tips, to write poetry and make collages, to learn and to grow and to be happy. Among other things, of course. And if you're over 76 and reading this, the above "children" does not apply to you if you do not wish for it to. Otherwise, I just called you a child
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