Yoorsnovember #3: swing
3 months ago
SWING - I remember it as you would a dream. A memory, foggy and sleepy-eyed, cutting through the layers of the past. I must have been around four, and I sat on a swing. First day of preschool. All was fresh like a fresh coat of paint. I can't remember if I felt lonely, though I was alone in the playground. A girl walked up to me and said something. What was it? She must have asked what my name was...
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