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Writer's pictureAmy Frank

Granules


We teach children to dream by sculpting castles made of sand. How fitting, teaching children to build with crumbs of rocks - instead of teaching them to quarry out mountains, cut down trees, and mix mortar to create structures that last. We teach them to climb mountains if they want to be tall, and to read novels and text-books to make their minds deep. With unseen paper-cut fingers, and oxygen tanks to reach those high peaks,

we never teach them that they will fall. Or how when they fall, and their dreams shatter, how to sweep up the broken crumbs and turn them back into castles.

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