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The Mirror
Seven years old
He bounds through the front door.
(Super heroes never walk. They run! They leap!)
Pink safari pants and a new T-shirt: “I’m the GREATEST’.
No argument there.
Friday is Disco Night at the school auditorium
Blaring beat pounding sound
Freedom
As dusk swallows the familiar.
Exciting!
“Do you dance?”
“Nah. I just play tag. But it’s fun.”
...
Saturday 29th March 2014 2:49 pm
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