The end of my road turns into another universe.
I tried pointing it out, when I was little. No luck, just always wondering where this ending goes. Even now, grown older, imagination partly lost, I’m the only one who sees it.
And I’m the only one who sees them vanish through it.
Zoe Brook 
This is quite haunting, the sense of wonder and sometimes alienation of childhood – of personhood.
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Thank you! It means a lot to see what nuances come through for others.
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