What a Twisted Web We Weave
My first memory is of a spider. In the memory, it's sunset in the summertime. I'm not sure I'd ever been up that late: Michigan sits on the edge of the Eastern Time zone, so the sky in summer remains light until nearly ten o'clock. In the memory, I am standing on my big girl bed in the first house my parents owned, a tiny two-bedroom in the village of Flushing. They moved ...
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