The Early Days of Dawn Dreams

I was 7 or 8, and at my cottage on a cold winters day and my brother was juggling. He had learned from a Klutz book and was throwing things merrily about in the air. I asked him if he could teach me. “Not right now” he says as he walks away. Anger overtook me, as my...
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