Books & Words II
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Books & Words II

Childhood Unboxed My left hand held a small leather bound book open across my knee as my pencil transcribed thoughts in fuzzy grey marks.  Rustle, rustle, rustle.  The pencil spoke to the paper as it skipped along.  Not having much choice, the paper agreed to the pencil’s rhetoric.  The paper, off-white and lined, fluttered in the breeze.  My left hand clamped it down so the pencil could finish a word.  I sat on a sun-warmed, charcoal grey, lichen spotted rock on a steep hillside. The hillside was dotted with juniper trees.  Bluebirds flitted amongst them.  Late afternoon sunlight slanted through…