Introductions Without Names

There’s a boy sitting in a deep cave, singing. He comes here to sing when the work in the mines, the rough shoulder thumps of his coworkers, and the judging eyes of his father weigh too heavily on him. He sings folksongs and ditties from the radio. He sings with eyes closed and ears open, careful to not be caught unawares by anyone.

He hasn’t examined the cave walls.

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