School started again in the fall, my tan faded, I trudged into Saint Andrew The Apostle with scissors, Elmer’s glue, a pencil case, and brand new textbooks with pages that were blurry yet vivid to the touch, I looked down at my feet, they were there and they weren't, in my head, or from a passing car, 10cc's "The Things We Do For Love" was playing.Wednesday, October 27, 2010
An Origin Story
School started again in the fall, my tan faded, I trudged into Saint Andrew The Apostle with scissors, Elmer’s glue, a pencil case, and brand new textbooks with pages that were blurry yet vivid to the touch, I looked down at my feet, they were there and they weren't, in my head, or from a passing car, 10cc's "The Things We Do For Love" was playing.
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Great image. I think you should pad it a wee bit and send it to Six Sentences:
http://sixsentences.blogspot.com/
Thanks, Richard.
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