for Aidan, Noah, Mary Ann
The boy lived in a town by himself. Because he didn’t know his own name, he did not name the town. The town had one street that circled the town and there were no houses or buildings. The boy was never hungry, and if he was, he’d never been hungry enough to know it. He was thirsty often and because he’d had a dream about his body being full of water he’d spit in his hand and open his hand to the sun when the sun was out and then drink the warm spit. He was not afraid to leave the town but still he did not leave it. Perhaps he was its bravery.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
for Aidan, Noah, Mary Ann
The boy lived in a town by himself. Because he didn’t know his own name, he did not name the town. The town had one street that circled the town and there were no houses or buildings. The boy was never hungry, and if he was, he’d never been hungry enough to know it. He was thirsty often and because he’d had a dream about his body being full of water he’d spit in his hand and open his hand to the sun when the sun was out and then drink the warm spit. He was not afraid to leave the town but still he did not leave it. Perhaps he was its bravery.
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