Tag: selfisolation
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My brother and I played with dolls well into our teens. We weren’t particularly proud of that. In fact, we played in secret. Summer afternoons were long, and we spent a major part of the day spinning intricate stories of love, revenge, mystery, and crimes. There were talking dogs and flying forests. There was music,…
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Nowhere
At Nowhere Station, the Animal Express chugged to a lazy halt. While the horses departed with long faces, the giraffes were relieved they could finally stop sticking their necks out. The hens were clucking their way out the door when suddenly, a baby chicken cried out. “Mom, I think I’ve got people pox!” Panic ensued…