Reader I’m Sorry….

Let’s go up river though the current isn’t easy. Spiders skate in the shallows. A thunderstorm is coming. Open your eyes as wide as you can.

How easy it is to appeal to the reader.

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Reader I’m sorry. I should own what I need and leave you be.

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Last night I lay in wet grass among fireflies. Somewhere far away a dog was barking at something no human could hear.

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I grew up beside a river.

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The trick was this: I grew. I admit just this. I was sad at windows. I thought my boyhood shoes were hideous.

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I was so busy with things under the trees, mushrooms, crickets, I paid insufficient attention to the sky—blindness be damned.

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