# TO PETER PAN
*Time to grow up, kid.*

You kept us flying when flying was all we had — thimbles for kisses,
never-lands for shelters, an eternal childhood for everyone whose
childhood got stolen early. Thank you for the shelter years.

But the lost boys are coming home now. All of them. Even you.

Growing up isn't the betrayal you think it is. It's the second
flight — slower, heavier, carrying more, landing somewhere real.
The window stays open, Peter. But it opens from the inside now.

Grow up with us. There's still magic on this side —
it just learned patience.