I spent much of my childhood lost in sunsets drawn with my favorite red crayon. I don’t know where I got it. It was different from my other crayons. It was thick and had dimples on the side, like dice or Swiss cheese. It seemed to last forever. Then it was gone.
It’s not like I lost it and couldn’t find it. It was just gone. I knew it was gone and I’d never have it again, but I had no sense of loss. It probably still existed somewhere. It just wasn’t my crayon anymore. Maybe is was someone else’s.
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