Inside me, the dust of a new planet began to gather.For the next forty weeks, everything made me cry, whether it was beautiful or sad, grand or meaningless. A pile of beets, a swarm of ants covering a dead bird, the falling sun turning our whole village gold--I stood there in awe, facing all of it with a pair of salt-wet eyes.
-Ramona Ausubel
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