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my grandmother made a road map printed it and tied it to the seat in front of mine yarn a clip board and pen i sat quietly- a six year old tracing the milestones as we passed toll roads mcdonalds rest stops finally gary skyway bridge navy pier museum of science and industry shed buildings of metal and glass i traced it all the way to- chicago- you will make it here one day the city sang to me a connection too intense my childhood brain decided- this must be love wandering the city my tiny hand in my grandmothers my eyes memorizing every angle hoping, fearlessly, that it's promise was true. and someday It will be the hand of freedom and opportunity life and love and chaos Chicago will reach out to me and without any doubt i will take it's hand and follow
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Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
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my grandmother made a road map printed it and tied it to the seat in front of mine yarn a clip board and pen i sat quietly- a six year old tracing the milestones as we passed toll roads mcdonalds rest stops finally gary skyway bridge navy pier museum of science and industry shed buildings of metal and glass i traced it all the way to- chicago- you will make it here one day the city sang to me a connection too intense my childhood brain decided- this must be love wandering the city my tiny hand in my grandmothers my eyes memorizing every angle hoping, fearlessly, that it's promise was true. and someday It will be the hand of freedom and opportunity life and love and chaos Chicago will reach out to me and without any doubt i will take it's hand and follow
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butterfliesonmytongue
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Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
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