adventure, amused by my strange act, accepting of my logic. In
America we’d do as the Americans do (as if I knew a single thing
about what Americans do). I wanted to trust my choice, our new life,
so I denied any trace of sadness, any trace of fear. When I walked
down the wooden ramp to our new homeland, I was already wearing
a mask.
I had escaped. But I wasn’t yet free.
rick simeone
(Rick Simeone)
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