When I was a boy I made a home in thorns

This is from an old short story of mine I’ve been restoring for reprint. It’s drawn from my own life: “When I was a boy we would carve out tunnels in the briar bushes… after weeks of patient work, we snipped a network of tunnels through the half-acre filled with brambles…. We would crawl through the green tunnels in perfect comfort, but knowing that if we stood up, the thorns would cut us to ribbons.”

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