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A dazed childhood, hiding from the rain with them on the front porch during the day, staring blankly as trains passed, falling asleep with them at night, unable to tell if it was fireflies or their eyes. Occasionally, they would become rigid on the road, occasionally their bellies would swell again. After I left, they all remained here, transformed into intimate angels, in the earth.
