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Thomas- The Boy Who Came in From The Cold Bloom Backwards —Michael Lee1 When we were young we were whispers: soft, but resonating like giants clapping across the ocean floor. We were mystics with a faith softer than dusk believing a cape, juice boxes, and our limited vocabulary could bring world peace, “let’s all just be friends”. We were small like songbirds, a little less quiet, but just as much orchestra.  We were instruments knowing so little that there was mystery to everything, but these days we are yells. We know so much and it is so heavy. We are moving faster than whispers, though we forget where we are going; it doesn’t matter. There are no mysteries in a place this loud. Growing up is a whisper bursting into a yell.
1 Bloom Backwards © 2010 by Michael Lee. Used with permission of the author. All rights reserved. Regaining your childhood is blooming backwards. So bloom backwards. Open your mouth, swallow a swarm of fireflies, hold your breath until they freeze into street lamps.

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