Micro Memoir 95

This is my story. I am old. I am very old. Was always old. As a boy I fell asleep on a boat and woke on the shores of death. You think I’m joking, but really, my brother, my twin brother, left this world early. He stepped off the dory, vanished in tall reeds. I saw him vanish. I fell asleep once more. Woke in the busy city of childhood.

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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