I grew up in beautiful boxes.

July 20th, 2013, 9am

It was 18.3°C. The breeze was light.

I visit the family farm once or twice per year. It’s always more beautiful than I remember it. The barn is prettiest when the sun is out but it sounds the best in the rain. While in high school I’d study in the hay loft atop bales of alfalfa. Barn cats would sit on my books as I memorized names of the 206 bones in the human skeleton. It’s a lovely memory but it was lonely at the time.

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John Pull

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