This is a way I see it # 282 off of a starbucks cup...
Childhood is a strange country. It's a place you come from or go to- at least in your mind. For me it has an endless, spellbound something in it that feels remote.
It's like a little sealed-vault country of cake breath and grass stains where what you do instead of work is spin until you're dizzy...
Lyall Bush
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