Our third grade teacher, Mrs. Cummerford, used to make us lie down for a short nap every afternoon. Nobody could sleep, of course, but it gave us time to think, to dream, to collect our thoughts, maybe to wish on something new. I hope they still do that in the third grade. I know I do it at home and at work. They think I’m crazy, but what do they know?
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