Our throat is filled with unending pressure. Each swallow becomes more difficult. We watch the wall to end us and then remember a boy with brazen glances. His hair is unruly and he’s climbing a tree. He said he wants to climb to the very top and then sway to the next before climbing down. We ask, can we be this wild boy?.
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Can we be this wild boy
So many images come to mind
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Sheldon! You feel it? We know this wild boy.
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Yes
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Great stuff!
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Thank you!
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