The Fight

I once thought of life as a screen. Shakespeare had his stage. Silverstein, some blue skin. Entirely hidden.   A teardrop in a lake. We all have our moments.  The daunting school hallway at ten. The basement party at twenty.  The busy conference room at thirty. But I don’t want to hide. I don’t have anythingContinue reading “The Fight”

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