“How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.”

I just bought a package of lollipops for $1.99. In your face, Grover Cleveland.

Also, four days ago marked my 7th birthday 83 years ago on a day shadowed by the flickering gleam of a tiny turtle's rainbowed horn and brightened by interlocked branches allow the moonlight to dapple the leaf-covered ground.