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It's Different Now

It wasn't dark. Never dark. The days, long and hot, extending into more of the same. I always feared the dark. Hated it. As a child, I'd grasp tightly the glow worm I'd had since birth. As a teenager, it was the closet light. I thought adulthood would make me rational. It did not. The television had to be on at night, sound -- no sound, it did not matter. The light was important. I needed it. Now there is no dark. Not anymore. And, I miss having it a terrifying void to give us respite from the blistering light.

Story by:

Jessica Gleason

18 September 2017