Bricks
Mid summer hummed along for a boy on his bike and bored to death. I rested my bike against the side of the apartment building I lived in. My clumsy little knuckle grazed the beige red brick and so I bled. The brick was coarse. Reaching out, I decided to run my small hands all along it. That texture was everything. I took it all in, all of it's soul. It was so new and honest.
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