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A haiku for yesterdays, with images from the enigmatic Bolivar Peninsula of my childhood.

A treasure trove of family photos includes some from my 6th birthday.

This rough little poem came spilling out of me as I thought of those halcyon sand-ridden childhood days and so many memories flooded in. Everything seemed so safe, so permanent, so lively-lovely in our tiny town of 600, Gilchrist, Texas.

This little memoir is dedicated to everyone who loved my brother Steve, and has the same bigger-but-now-broken heart because of his presence in your life.