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Late Afternoon On The West Coast Ends With The Sky Doing All Its Brilliant Stuff.

When I Began Writing These Pages I Believed Their Subject To Be Children, The Ones We Have And The Ones We Wish We Had, The Ways In Which We Depend On Our Children To Depend On Us, The Ways In Which We Encourage Them To Remain Children, The Ways In Which They Remain More Unknown To Us Than They Do To Their More Casual Acquaintances; The Ways In Which We Remain Equally Opaque To Them.

I'm Totally In Control Of This Tiny, Tiny World Right There At The Typewriter.

Time Is The School In Which We Learn.

I Know What "nothing" Means, And Keep On Playing.