By: Wylie Strout His eyes tried to penetrate the grains of the paper. How he wanted to know. To know; to breathe and to know. To be knowing. To be a smartie; clever. His brain hurt. Maybe it was his…
By: Wylie Strout His eyes tried to penetrate the grains of the paper. How he wanted to know. To know; to breathe and to know. To be knowing. To be a smartie; clever. His brain hurt. Maybe it was his…