Home Schooled
The first two summer months were lived in a state of suspended animation. Like a refugee, waiting forlornly in a camp, I’d wondered about my fate with a hideous sense of doom. Despite the sunshine, the sea breeze and the lack of any meaningful schedule, I found no joy in my days. Instead, each sunrise seemed to bring the certainty that things would soon cut to black.Books that I’d meant to read were left on the shelves, my own writing trickled out with the scarcity of a desert creek. Eating was...
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