Flower Children - Maxine Swann

"They still go outside to hide. They walk swiftly, hands in pockets. As they cross the yard, they feel their bodies turning hot and cold, as when they used to swim in the creek and pass through hot and cold spots. They feel frightened, then pleased. They feel a great tenderness for certain things...They should move back here, settle in, make it all work again, make it all as it was again exactly, replicate that world-- but why? It seems to have suddenly slipped their minds that they have whole other worlds and even people waiting for them to return. And even so, why replicate this world that has gone? Because it was so perfect? But it was not. But it was. Perfect because it was the world before the world changed. Any change then becomes a blot of imperfection."






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Listening to: Iron And Wine - Bird Stealing Bread