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Sunday, December 18, 2011


(100 word portrait)

He first saw pavement two weeks after his sixth birthday.

He stood in awe, staring at the ribbon of black curling through a field of green.

He wore his brother’s last-year shoes, and carried a bacon sandwich in a grease-soaked, brown paper bag.

He wiggled his toes in the too-large shoes, and rocked back and forth. It was his first day of school, and they told him a yellow bus would stop to pick him up.

It was a day of firsts.

Standing by a black road, waiting for a yellow bus, was the first time he’d left the canyon.

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