The children spoke of palindromes, like TACOCAT and SOMANYDYNAMOS: I couldn’t wait to share mine: AMANAPLANACANALPANAMA: and the name HANNAH.
“You need to jump,” my father on my right; “When are you gonna jump,” my uncle on my left; I take a deep breath and shout “I can’t, and you know why, Father.”
In the forest, in a moonless night, among mushrooms and scraggly sun-starved trunks, Santa Claus wanders lost and afraid.
Second Slope 