Chardonnay or iced tea. Quoted words, not my own. Why do you still want to hold on to this? Scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes. Red fingernails. Silver hoop earrings. Fire place glowing and candles lit. We played Scrabble as a family. Opened to the first page of my new black leather journal and wrote something poetic, something to look back on, something. Memphis. Montana. Panama. “I’m new here.” Puzzle pieces, I'm not sure where to fit in. I loved to read on the beach as I smoked American Spirit cigarettes. Henri Nouwen. Dostoyevsky. I want to be a teacher when I grow up. Flannel shirts and big star jeans. Grandpa Emory, remember me. A brick backdrop with the tolling bells and walking to class with students my own age.
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