For children, the clock may as well be broken. Time for them is enormous, infinite. Summers last a lifetime. But then somewhere along the line, the clock is fixed, and the children are no longer children. They discover mortality and each and every tick goes by faster and faster. Every grain of sand drops with a thud, and they are horrified by the mindless certainty of it all. It's not fair, they think. Noone warned us. Is there nothing we can do?
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