Wonderful piece SD...Your skill shines!

My very earliest memory has no words. Just scenes. Sounds. Sensations. I see a window out to the bright blue world, most of which I cannot see from the vantage of my crib. The sill is above me, so the window is like a rigid eye pointed up at the sky, while the fun and action are down below. Perhaps that is why I escaped with an instinctive and irrepressible urge, like a born inmate I’m told.
I Dream of Electric Squirrels
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Feb 8, 2021
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Wonderful piece SD...Your skill shines!
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Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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