I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Robin Green is a Canadian living in Bellefontaine, Ohio, where he writes short stories, grows tomatoes, and struggles with the sixth draft of a novel set in prehistoric France. A collection of his short stories, Mushroom Salad, was published in Toronto in 1985.
In fourth grade, after the bra-and-girdle notebook affair, we all fell in love with Julia Harris. By “we” I mean the foreign boys in Madame Bouvet’s class, and also Pascal Fourtané, the only French boy we foreigners hung out with.