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Early Days

Early Days The highchair beside the kitchen door my domain, vantage point of my world on the linoleum checker board floor I played until my knees were sore The center of the world to me I learned to know as my mother cooked and cleaned while I was free to grow into what I might be A world consisting of black and white as appropriate as the days television images remembered vivid and bright raised by my mother in love and light Stephen

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