September 2016

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Post date: Thu, 09/08/2016 - 11:01
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This is not some made-up story about my youth. I vividly remember the smell of the air, the time of year, the chirping birds in the trees, the swamp coolers humming on the roof of the house, and the time of day. I recall the colors of the molded plastic dinosaurs, their heft, and the details, like the way their skin folded at the curves of their bodies.