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I learned to mistrust the wisdom of my elders, who offered advice but had so little to show for their struggles. I drifted past the nuclear treadmills to wallow in the sunlight and the mineral-soaked earth. For a while, it smelled of freedom. Did I think I was the first to fall upon my knees to the seduction of the sun? Escape becomes a bond when the last laugh fades into the sinking of your hemorrhaging lover. I am stripped of all the kisses I once showered down on their sleeping faces.