I remember the afternoon I went to take a nap on her bed. My aunt and uncle’s bed….But I only remember parts. I do remember the curtains, a yellow brown, and the color of sunlight that filtered through them. I remember the “Scientific American” magazine on the nightstand and how I struggled to understand it. I remember stretching out on the big bed with the pillows and stretching out to sleep. And then. And then… Continue reading
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