It was three o’clock in the afternoon, mid-August, 1973, and a torrential rain poured down. I was wearing a bathing suit emblazoned with a golden sunset. Two lovers held hands on the yellow beach that encircled my ten-year-old torso. I tossed a stick into the water that rushed through the culvert, and I ran alongside … Continue reading Highfield Street
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