Leaves fell as we slung our lives upon our shoulders. The hall smelled of dust, and the walls were peeling, but if I reached my arm far enough I could touch the surface of the sky. I smiled.
Early on, I had true wisdom under my fingernails. But I scoffed at it, and I was ignored. I went to a school for the blind. Although my teachers spoke with pleasant tone, only I could see their gnashing teeth and forked tongues.
We often hid from the Law's watchful eye. Gayeties and crooning are the pi