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The Fairy spoke to me again, while I was sitting in traffic one day, waiting for my turn to get onto I-395. "Things will change... because you will them to." My little fairy is like that, all mysterious and stuff. Either it's on medication, or I need to be, if little fairies talk to me in my car. But it doesn't change the fact that I got this weird feeling... like the life I'm living is about to be over. Maybe a new one will begin after that, maybe not. I look at my hands, and they appear to me the same as when I was a child, still doing childlike things. For how long will this go on? How much longer can I hop in the car and bolt off to places unknown? How much longer will I be able to go up to High Rock, stand at the very edge, and look over the world? Lay on the ground, feel the softness of the grass, as I reach to the sun and feel the breeze flowing through my fingers? Pick up the scent of snow in the air, before it actually snows? The taste of ice cream right after I finish mowing the lawn? I continue to do these sort of things, because I don't know when I won't be able to anymore. It's the simple things I wish to savor. If I miss out on stuff like going to nightclubs and participating in some arcane urban mating dance, then I can live with that. As flawed as my little world may be, it is still mine to enjoy, for the possibly short time that there is left in it.