What that light offered him, besides the little bugs flitting around it, was a chance to look up and believe in miracles.
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A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
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Can't you just see the wheels turning? Can I jump that high? Can I?
Ha, I love it!
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