It was the summer of 1972. It was incredibly hut and humid as it can be in west Michigan in August. The only cool place was our dirt basement. It was cool, but not a desirable place to spend much time. Dirt and moldy walls were not very appealing unless you happened to be a salamander or a shrew or some kind of spider. All of whom seemed quite at
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I also prayed for the future of my lungs. This is my favorite line. It's so innocent, so observant, so much like how a child would think. It really made this piece for me, as weird as that probably sounds.
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