Etude: What I Remember of My Future
(I may expand this post, but it’s been rattling around in my drafts for a few months and it’s begun to get in the way of new growth.) My dad, a professor of Anthropology, told me that he made less money than a garbageman. We were standing in front of the house on a sunny … Continue reading Etude: What I Remember of My Future
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