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Posted Thu Apr 1st, 2010 7:14am Post subject: Summer girl

We lived on the banks of the Tennessee River, and we owned the summers when we were girls. We ran wild through humid summer days that never ended but only melted one into the other. We floated down rivers of weekdays with no school, no rules , no parents, and no constructs other than our fantasies. We were good girls, my sister and I. We had nothing to rebel against. This was just life as we knew it, and we knew the summers to be long and to be ours.
The road that ran past our house was a one-lane rural route. Every morning, after our parents had gone to work, I'd wait for the mail lady to pull up to our box. Some days I would put enough change for a few stamps into a mason jar lid and leave it in the mailbox. I hated bothering mail lady with this transaction, which made her job take longer. But I liked that she knew that someone in our house sent letters into the outside world.

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Posted Sun Apr 11th, 2010 3:22pm Post subject: Summer girl

Hello xiamenb.
That remimded me of excactly how I used to feel picking blackberries in Georgia. At least I hope they were blackberries.

I still correspond with a relative in Georgia; it's a really small town and I like her to be the star of the mailroom.

Doesn't stationery rule?

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another, we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.
---Azar Nafisi

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