I grew up going to the beach. Summers of my childhood are full of sand: on the carpet of the backseat, between the sheets of my twin-sized bed, in my ears, in my mouth, in my hair, in my socks, why was i wearing socks? Where do you even go, if not to the beach?
This is my fifth summer in Pittsburgh. I am becoming a Pool Girl. I’ve grown to love the stin…
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