How Dreams Never Die

I was 10-years-old and life unfolded like laundry on a line. We were sheets baked in the wind, our dreams heavy like pilling blankets pinned to that coated wire. I was pulled taut between two poles, my mother, my father. Fastened in 15 different places — to shame and hope, secrets and fear. But, also to (…)

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