Keywords: Nonfiction , The River
When I turn thirteen, I go to public high school. I am asked to write and write and write and I can’t. I have a word in my head. I know the color but not the shape, the taste but not the texture. I try to write it out. One, two, three spellings erased. I pick a different word that doesn’t mean quite the same thing, but that I know how to spell.
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