Sunday, March 11, 2018

Previous Lives

Years ago, I visited Mount Rushmore with my grandparents. We were invited past the barricades to admire the still-under-construction faces. Earlier still, we lived near a swamp. I looked out the window and watched my mother and aunt in matching fur coats. My mother says we never lived near a swamp, never went to Mount Rushmore.


  1. Although of course I disapprove of the fur coats.

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  3. Perhaps the swamp was near a cave. No, wait--caves don't have windows. Neither do bear dens. There goes my other theory.

  4. Interesting. Of course, if she's like my mother, she was lying.


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