CircadianTwilight

As children we believed in things like magic, like trolls hidden beneath rocks, like doorways to otherworlds in tree stumps and brick walls.  Spider webs clotted with dew were faerie jewels, toadstools benches for drunken leprechauns.  We wore dirt like badges and scabs like medals, bruises like battle wounds and missing teeth like trophies. And because we watched the flags burn on the hillsides, because we saw fortresses fall and walls petrify like old wood, because we held together childhood secrets and touched the undersides of the stars, because we pleaded for the speechless and stood naked on the towering barrows, because we turned one