The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Not quite the same as the ugly duckling.

I grew up trying to be the good one, the smart one, at least the one who didn't shun the parents. Kept it up for two decades after I left home, until I found out it wasn't even noticed. Now, I come to realize that there is something below the black sheep of the family.

I'm the goat, and it's kind of a relief.

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