"I wasn't always this long," he said. "But every year, I grow another segment, and my beginning grows farther and farther from my end."
He glanced over his shoulder, as if expecting to see someone he knew in the trees.
"Sometimes," he said, "I catch glimpses of my beginning as I wander, and I remember, for a moment, what it was like to be a child."
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