He was a young boy then. A respectable-looking middle-aged man was peeing behind a tree.
Was it that tree, like that man’s hand reaching for him? Or that, with shadow spreading, dragging him into those depths away from innocence, the #thunderous pounding dying within?
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from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-tellers-sabbatical.html
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