It will take me half my life to find them all again. Friday: Often I dreamed of a bird, unkind and full of wings. Sometimes, the bird dreamed of me. Jessica Langlois There were no rattlesnakes in Croatia. These were flirting cicadas, rubbing iridescent wings together and buzzing sensual. HK Rainey Saturday: I have told you all I have the heart to say and probably all I remember of my heart. Once there was a wagon filled with hay, and once stones were thrown into the water. One day, a boy pulled down his pants on the corner of my street. One day, I pulled down my pants and let a boy touch me. Sunday: There was always a boy.
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