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2015-10-19
the sun tastes different on the other side of town


I was the youngest in my family. My parents and sisters had a knack for keeping me close to the fire and protecting me from the darkness and trees of this world. We moved when I was seven, just after my unsuccessful search for God at the bottom of the swimming pool.


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