Mike’s mom told us we would never have gardens of our own if we didn’t seek ourselves in the world. Up a dusk hill of dead grass the color of clay, to the computer room under the stairs with its half-plywood wall...
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Mike’s mom told us we would never have gardens of our own if we didn’t seek ourselves in the world. Up a dusk hill of dead grass the color of clay, to the computer room under the stairs with its half-plywood wall...
Read more at Sledgehammer Lit