Was it amidst the construction on Eton Drive?
Or the house on Mango Street?
It easily could have been the kitchen on Seabrook Island,
Or maybe the couch in Lago De Vita,
No, now I remember.
It was the shower.
It doesn’t matter where. It could have been any and every shower.
That’s where the revelation took place.
I’m alone. We all are.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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