Some Days There's Pie by Catherine Landis

She was a small, angled sort of woman, the kind you'd look at and say, Now there's a woman with elbows.

For everybody dead and gone, there is a next day for the rest of the world.

We both agreed that there are things you know as a child you cannot know when you grow up, things you see, you can't see anymore.  I know, because I spent summers playing elves and fairies under a tree in my backyard, until the summer I went out there and could not understand how anyone could think an acorn was an elf.