I Wander Into a Memory
When I was little, I did not wander as a cloud. I floated on one. I have to admit, when the assignment was given to us to write about a poem, I did not think I would find one that would capture my interest or my memory. For days, my ears would burn the table of contents as my fingers struck down page numbers in a hopeless search to find something that I could connect with, for something that I could write about and have it be genuine. I was lost, and my hopes for finding a poem that would even hold my interest long enough to allow me to write about it seemed to impossible. I was a...
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