I wandered in thoughts even when I was little, so my parents tell me. “She’s thinking again.” Mom would whisper, and they’d both smile the same gentle, knowing smile that adults do when their child’s actions surprise them, but in a good way. I think I must have been a cranky baby, colicky and whiny, with dribble pouring out of my mouth and wailing
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