February 2023

The thing about memory

I was running for all I was worth alongside our house, trying to cut between the back cor‐ner of our house and our next‐door neigh‐bor’s detached garage. I looked back to see how close Velma was and when I turned back around, I was one step from the corner of the garage, running full speed with no way to stop or change direc‐tion because the ground was wet with dew.

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