Little breeze inside my mouth

Handwritten page of a diary dated April 10, 2001

… wicked windy today. Reminded me of days I spent with Uncle Chad. He had a sweet convertible. He used to drive all the way to Brattleboro to get a certain kind of juice he liked. He took me along because he said I needed some male bonding. I liked to feel the wind in my hair. Sometimes he said with my hair sticking up like that I looked like Mozart. I didn’t know who that was.

Along with the windy hair I also remember the wind whistling into my mouth where my tooth had fallen out.


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