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.
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Ooh, I like this.
ReplyDeleteAlthough of course I disapprove of the fur coats.
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ReplyDeletePerhaps the swamp was near a cave. No, wait--caves don't have windows. Neither do bear dens. There goes my other theory.
ReplyDeleteI love the title.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteInteresting. Of course, if she's like my mother, she was lying.
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