… kids yelling as a red headed little boy finds his sister’s hiding spot behind the barn. now it is his turn to find a spot to hide. the little girl, with her hair braided in pigtails, begins counting with her eyes covered. slowly but surely she gets to 20 after skipping a few numbers. i’m watching everything from the wrap around porch. a fan lazily spinning over my head keeps me cool. i watch my angel working in the yard, the muscles in his arms stretching and contracting.
-excerpt from a book i’ll never write #2
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