you used to hit your hand on your desk and laugh until the bell rang and your laughter rang right on through it and with it and became a part of it and a part of my memory imprinted with that bell
I'm interested in finding myself. In finding the way to myself. In paths, in stories, in ways and changing ways. In old ways. In history, people history, thing history. Where I've been, where I will be. Where I am. That last one is always the hardest to answer.
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Hmm.. very interesting! But grade six? I'd associated it with something younger..
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