“Every child, no matter whether they grow up among corrugated-iron shanties, pine forests rooted in pale sand, or icebergs the size of mountains, knows where their world’s magic places are. They don’t have to be beautiful—they don’t have to be grand—but what they do have to be is secret. And a place known to many can still be a secret, much like keeping quiet on the day of your birthday: walking through a crowd with a knowing smile, anonymous, with no one in on the secret that, just for today, you are special.”
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Lucy Kissick,
Plutoshine
