Getting back on was a whole other part of the game, jumping on and pulling yourself inward against the spin and up through the others, keeping low until you found a place you could stand without falling down, just standing there spinning, and laughing at the other kids flying off the edge.
I tried not to think too much before jumping, myself, that is if I ever thought through it at all; but a smarter kid would’ve looked for the perfect opening and worked to get his timing just right. Still, like I said, we all have to start somewhere.
after the storm
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*I*n those last moments before dusk the Sun pierced through the darkened
thick cover, washing the Western cream-white walls of the lighthouse lemon
yell...
3 days ago

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