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April 8, 2010
Tough times call for drastic measures, Timmy said. The elders stroked their white beards as different hues of light played across the temple's high ceiling. There was no need for a reply because they considered Timmy a peer among them--even though he was a great deal younger. Outside, Estella was crying. Her sparking teardrops trickled onto the surface of the babbling brook below as pieces of her silk dress blew around her as gently as sea grass in some lazy underwater current. What's wrong? "Oh, you wouldn't understand--you don't even know who you are."