Scanning Sunday

It’s not often that you have a photo of yourself at the very moment a dream dies.

I would never be so innocent or gullible again. It was also the first moment I felt shame, embarrassment so white-hot that I had to crush it down.

You’d never know from looking at the picture that that is what is going on.

Good game face. Too good.

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