I experienced awe very early in life. I must have been two years old. I’m guessing this age because I remember the shoes my mother was wearing. And she was wearing a skirt, which was rare. I was the height of her knees and hanging on, so I remember the skirt, the freckles on Mom’s calves. We were in Florida visiting my father’s parents, who were not my …
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