The big Baptist church across the street from our home had a lush, green courtyard. On summer nights, the neighborhood kids would gather there and run around with no clear purpose. Sometimes I stopped running and lay breathing in the grass, watching the warm sky. In the glow of church lights, bats flew crazily across the square.
Monday, August 25, 2008
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