Spray-Painted Brains

We never used to be scared. Growing up I mean. Fear didn't hang in the air....it didn't permeate everything. We'd bound out of the house on summer mornings, with no plan at all except to keep moving. Like sharks. On bikes or on foot, wandering the streets or exploring the woods. Or "the dumps" as we used to call the wooded area behind our house. A place…

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