There is a café on Selby where I go to clear my mind
and listen to the stories old Black men tell. Outside
the café is a planter and in the summertime you
can see butterflies through the front window. They
remind me of the golden times of my childhood.

David Lyndale grew up in Michigan, where at a young age he began writing about the world around him. He eventually left snowy Michigan for the warmer sunny climate of Minneapolis. He is the author of the novel Watertown Fires.

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