by | Jul 14, 2018

I wrote this in 1970. In one of the journals I kept at The Peddie School. Adolescent kids need to find themselves. And drawing a line around their personal space is one way. A start.

Regarding the words, I believe we write our own narratives. We create ourselves. We recreate ourselves until we don’t. Then it’s lights out. That I thought this as a 16 year old never made me wince. And you know me. It doesn’t make me wince as a 65 year old either.

There are two dots. And one line connects them both. Stories told. A life lived. Still.

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