Paper Boats : Twelve Stories. Jason Stout There is a creek in Cherry Hill, Tennessee where I’ve hidden my memories from childhood.
Mom and I would walk down to the creek every day to escape the tiny apartment and everything and everyone in it. At the water’s edge, I would tie each memory to a stone with an invisible string and throw them one by one into the middle of the creek. Break Writing.
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