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Is that an airplane or a car?
When I was younger I lived in paradise. The town was called Leola. Born and raised. It was a very small town. Not quite country, not quite city, not quite farmland. A mix of all three. Some stew of a place. Take a handful of cattle, some factories, a bit of fast food chains, a pinch of cattle and one main street. That's where I lived. Main Street. The winters were nice and the summers nicer. A cool breeze blew through the tree we had in our backyard; the one I used to climb. The old wooden swingset we got from the daycare my brother and I used to go to. The grass was green. The smoke from the plastic factory was grey and white. The people were simultaneously happy and sad and angry. But I loved it. It was home and it still is home. As I sat in the small bedroom I shared with my brother, the John Deere curtains blowing softly with the meandering breeze that came through our screen window... I heard a droning noise and thought to myself: "Is that an airplane or a car?" © 2017 Jordan Varner |
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Added on February 25, 2017 Last Updated on February 25, 2017 Author
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