Epherema **PRESALE**

I remember the warm light. I was nine. I was chewing big red gum. The road was loud and ivory dust clouded the wheels. I had been in the way back with my map and my bear and his/her little clothes. You ran up to me and hugged me and we jumped together while we hugged. We talked about swimming in the river. The light glittered through the tall trees. I remember feeling like the sky knew me. I remember feeling big and important, before I got older and that notion was taken. I’ve since learned that you can be big and important, but only in the eyes of a few people, and only if you’re lucky enough to find them.