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By the parking lot you sit just behind the village stores tall, white fence box flaking paint. Sun streams in between slats casting lines across the dirt floor stopping a few inches in dark mystery. Bending down to peer inside slipping fingers and hands to reach searching by touch, EW crawling bug Once I climbed up the side of one but there was just a big metal box I dropped down inside locked doors. Some I could climb, and some not what was being hidden inside the shed? Eager and curious for adventure, knowledge. Never enough.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
The Shed