Sunday, August 21, 1977 The tips of her sneakers drag across the grass, rip at the longest blades, and bring up soil as she brakes. The swing creaks and shakes at the sudden stop, both feet holding themselves tight to the ground like a Roman statue. It is the only sound this Sunday morning. Her … Continue reading Other People‘s Houses
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