by Megan Granholm
Once upon a time there was a little inchworm named Inga. She was bright green and lived underneath a rhododendron shrub. Like all inchworms, Inga was obsessed with measuring. She meticulously counted every step, every bit of progress. She measured it against previous progress. She forecasted it against future progress. Of course, all of this calculating made her very critical of herself.
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