Every day is a revision, a flux of emotions and evolution of ideas.
Saturday, June 04, 2011
I remember clay
I used to the rub the cloth of my pajamas to help me fall asleep.
I used to rub the indentations of old chicken pox scars until they bled.
He ridiculed my attempt so I left the odd, yellow, innocent replica of a buffalo skull or so I thought.
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