This morning, in my three-year-old nephew’s story, the sun was stolen and so the dump truck took a ball of fire into the sky, but he got lost – he got lost in the purple galaxy. My nephew waited, hands hovering, to know what happened next. At some point in every story, someone tries to solve a problem, and gets lost instead.
Some days, I want to comb the…
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