ABSTRACT
We were playing with leaves shaped like butterflies, Raymond limped from the ashes of the old schoolhouse and threw himself on top of a high pile of dirt. The dust rose in the clouds around him, clinging to the lapels of his khaki uniform.
We were playing with leaves shaped like butterflies, Raymond limped from the ashes of the old schoolhouse and threw himself on top of a high pile of dirt. The dust rose in the clouds around him, clinging to the lapels of his khaki uniform.