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The Wire Fence

Brigit Egging
You move less. You hover by the wire fence. The other children maul and romp. You watch the ground, scuff gravel, step a little dance between the pieces of flattened gum. Your mouth shapes words. You shrug and nod. Your fingers never leave the wire mesh, anchored at arm's length. You remind me of myself.
Post number 6

The Wire Fence

Tobias Baudry
You move less. You hover by the wire fence. The other children maul and romp. You watch the ground, scuff gravel, step a little dance between the pieces of flattened gum. Your mouth shapes words. You shrug and nod. Your fingers never leave the wire mesh, anchored at arm's length. You remind me of myself.
I was working on a mural for a primary school when I noticed one boy standing apart from the other kids. He stayed close to the wire fence that ringed the playground.