A Body Floating in the River
On life-changing adolescent experiences
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11 min readJul 30, 2019
I was thirteen the first time I saw a dead body.
I do not mean in the sense that my mom walked me up to the casket in a flower-scented funeral home in my navy blue suit coat to say goodbye to my grandfather; Nor do I mean that my life was plagued by wakes and funerals beginning at an early age.
