Clouds, Rivers, and Minnie Mouse

by Peter LaBerge I was that four-year- old boy smiling, thumb aimed at the sky like I was molding the atmosphere’s clouds with Minnie Mouse and my eyelashes, tangled as ever, winked at each other. Dimples singed into cheeks like the atmosphere-clay after I’d jammed my innocent thumbprint into it. And I can’t hold back a laugh. Blood like fiery…

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