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The part of me that remains a little girl wants to believe. I’m still sitting with her in the back yard, stealthily stealing daisies from Mama’s back garden to weave into garlands. Smashing juicy blackberries from the thistle into my mouth. Cracking eggs onto sidewalks during the hot August heat. Torching innocent ants with a heavy magnifying glass…

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