There are no street lights here. Coming out of Michael's house yesterday, I stumbled off the sidewalk then entangled myself in a holly bush. This, like remembering that it's easy to loose your car, is something I need to remember as long as I'm here.
Saw a little four year old boy today who had already learned to walk with a macho swagger.
When I was 12, I studied the demeanor and walk of the girl I thought was the prettiest and most graceful in the 8th grade class above me. She walked with very open shoulders and put one foot directly in front of the next, toes first--the way one must walk while in heels. She got a few years older and came out as a lesbian, which is my favorite part of the story.
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