if Only...we all could dream this dream, oh how tall we all might be today.
But alas I feel but shorter still, as somehow an inch has run away.
We walk with giants, and when they leave, the beanstalk shrinks back into that bean, for days like this our soul withers thin, for alas its less of taller men...
Goodbye Mr. Bradbury, may we some day grow tall, and remember you then.....
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