August 6, 2011
My first memory of money, actual money, is when I am six years old and am standing at the counter of the local candy store, spending all of my pocket money on candies. My partner in crime is my next-door neighbor, Pete, who is the same age as me. We had made a secret pact [...]
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August 4, 2011
Another windy day Whips up the dead leaves of my old life They swirl and flutter As if some trick of time Makes me believe Just for a second They are alive again But you see me You know things are not the same And you brush away the dust The wind throws in your [...]
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