We had a green plastic sandbox that doubled as a kiddy pool. It was a large turtle. We had another plastic toy in our backyard, Cheyanne, a horse on springs suspended from an unstable steel frame. Her handles were damaged, somehow, I don鈥檛 remember exactly how. And when I think of Cheyanne I think of pastel blue, pastel brown and a bit of yellow. I also think of extreme pleasure. Nirvana. The way I felt on Cheyanne and in my green plastic sandbox is the way I imagine my afterlife will feel...
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