the village

everything's the same back in my little town

Welcome to the village, the latest micro mashup series!

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For my mother, a memory:

You loved our island so much, you built a village. Wooden miniatures of the store, the church, our house with its yellow awnings, the town hall where you took me as a child every Halloween to bob for apples.

In his garage workshop, your husband jig-sawed the little buildings and you hand painted each one, dabbing tiny brushes in brightly-hued acrylic paints. Later, you sold them and your cookbook at craft fairs on the library lawn, at yacht club art shows.

But I didn’t inherit the artist gene, so I build our village with words.

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