they have faces and souls and they stare back from their blue canvas, down on his *****, snot-smeared face
It’s a warm sunny day but the bottom of the shallow, dry well is cold and full of critters
Well, no problem. The sky is so pretty with all its smiling faces that he won’t even cry. He’ll stay there and look up. Still waiting for mother to return and pick him up
Still waiting
Smiling back at the clouds
Still waiting
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