Enormous Wings

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
May 25, 2016
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You no longer remember, but we landed in Puerto Vallarta in the second week of June, and it was cloudy and rainy and windy, but warm. We walked along the oceanfront past statues made up of combinations of different creatures—a half man-half seahorse, a creature with one horn, a squiggly figure with many arms waving around its neck. We walked until you grew tired and complained, but you were six, and I couldn’t carry you. Instead I bought you a souvenir at a stand, a slingshot.

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