I caught my first glimmer of love when I was three. It happened in October; brilliant azure skies punctuated by palm trees, bags filled with candy, pumpkins on doorsteps. I was barreling through the house, as fast as my short little legs would carry me, looking for something to eat, when I spied a perfect, glossy, round, smiling, bright orange plastic Jack-o’-lantern. I shoved my hand through it’s twinkling eye socket, grabbed a fist full of sweets, and found I […]

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