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The girls generally ride the bus home from school. They get home at about 4:00, maybe a little earlier. Not so long ago, I stood with my afternoon cup of coffee and stared out the large front bay window into our neighborhood. The sky had that weird greenish cast I associate with tornadoes, except …White spaces
I don’t want to talk about it. I am back. I don’t want to talk about it. Weird, though . . . having this time in which I was unable to access Pretty All True made me think about all that I have been missing. I spend a lot of time here on my …Mouth to the spigot Freezing wintry cold. I wait. With the other children, but apart. As always. At the bus-stop. I wait for the heavy doors to swing open, and I step up the black rubbery steps. Out of the freezing wintry cold and into the only slightly warmer space of the school-bus. Hurry down the aisle, stepping …Thumbprint |
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