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           Theworldslippedbrightovertheglassyroundofhiseyeballslikeimagessparkedinacrystalsphere.Flowersweresunandfieryspotsofskystrewnthroughthewoodland.Birdsflickeredlikeskippedstonesacrossthevastinvertedpondofheaven.Hisbreathrakedoverhisteeth,goinginice,comingoutfire.Insectsshockedtheairwithelectricclearness.Tenthousandindividualhairsgrewamillionthofaninchonhishead.Heheardthetwinheartsbeatingineachear,thethirdheartbeatinginhisthroat,thetwoheartsthrobbinghiswrists,therealheartpoundinghischest.Themillionporesonhisbodyopened.

           I’mreallyalive!hethought.Ineverknewitbefore,orifIdidIdon’tremember!

           Heyelleditloudbutsilent,adozentimes!Thinkofit,thinkofit!Twelveyearsoldandonlynow!Nowdiscoveringthisraretimepiece,thisclockgold-brightandguaranteedtorunthreescoreandten,leftunderatreeandfoundwhilewrestling.

           "Doug,youokay?"

           Douglasyelled,grabbedTom,androlled.

           "Doug,you’recrazy!"

           "Crazy!"

           Theyspilleddownhill,thesunintheirmouths,intheireyeslikeshatteredlemonglass,gaspingliketroutthrownoutonabank,laughingtilltheycried.

           "Doug,you’renotmad?"