6

A six year old walks up and down the sidewalk, his head aloft, eyes pointing straight ahead. He sees the world around him as he will one day see the face of an infant: living and filled to the brim with unearthed treasures of mind, body, and soul. It's almost as though an aura surrounds all that is visible. His window to the world outside swells with light fading into a single shade of soft yellow that fills the peripheral. Indeed, on the day fifteen years later when he thinks of this, the peripheral is all that he remembers.

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