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writing_shadowsOver time the child grows...
Haywalk looked up from the book and lifted a hand in front of his face. He was keenly aware of his own body and he knew that it wasn't growing.
He put down the book and opened another.
This is the classroom, where we learn...
Haywalk looked around. He wasn't in a classroom, but was he learning?
Another book.
This is the playground, where we play...
Haywalk smiled. Now he was on more solid ground. He knew how to play, and if he could do that, perhaps he could learn and grow, and that was how he'd become a person.
He closed his eyes; reached out with his mind; found Punch.
He smiled.
Haywalk looked up from the book and lifted a hand in front of his face. He was keenly aware of his own body and he knew that it wasn't growing.
He put down the book and opened another.
This is the classroom, where we learn...
Haywalk looked around. He wasn't in a classroom, but was he learning?
Another book.
This is the playground, where we play...
Haywalk smiled. Now he was on more solid ground. He knew how to play, and if he could do that, perhaps he could learn and grow, and that was how he'd become a person.
He closed his eyes; reached out with his mind; found Punch.
He smiled.
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