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These children will not be coming of age, this or any other summer. This August will not ask them to find hidden reserves of strength and courage as they confront the complexity of the adult world and come away sadder and wiser and bonded for life. This summer has other requirements for them.
I am not good at noticing when I’m happy, except in retrospect. My gift, or fatal flaw, is for nostalgia.
