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Inside Outside Stephanie

โœ’๏ธ Stephanie Burt
1 I made myself. Mommy and Daddy were proud, in that order. I didnโ€™t mail myself like a letter some other kids already knew. I learned to use stamps. They stuck to my thumb without any glue. I didnโ€™t have any permission. 2 There was a snowstorm that lasted three days and a cavern of monochrome memory. There were board games, and a pencil-and-paper game where the object was to figure out the object of the game. There was a stack of broad-rule writing paper, and a stapled calendar, and a 64-pack of sparkly rainbow crayons, to make each week look different since they all started out black and white, and all the same. 3 O grapefruit (as color and flavor). O never quite rightly tied laces. O look, up there on the uneven climbing bars, too hot to touch where the sun touches, now that itโ€™s spring, the shadow of a tarp, like a sail between sailors and thin swings that make no decision, like weathervanes. O think of the lost Chuck Taylors. The lost Mary Janes.
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