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Take a sip. Everything you can see will change. At first you won’t notice—all your friends will look the same, the face in the mirror holds the expression you know so well.
Gradually you drift.
The magic elixir of time morphs you in the stream for its own purposes.
Cate picked up a crayon when she was two-years old and started writing. She hasn’t stopped yet.