Hometown Nostalgia, 1988
The night chases, grazing its skeletal finger up the length of our spine. But we’re too young and we’re too fast. Our wheels are left spinning in the yard as we sprint into golden-lit kitchens, alphabet soup simmering on the stove. Life is safe. Life is a mixed tape of math tests, kiln-fired clay, and […]
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