*auto-fiction (fictional memoir)
I was eight years old when I lived in the room. My folks had just moved the three of us twelve miles inland from Coastal Ventura—90 miles north of Los Angeles—to mountainous Ojai. It was 1991. A sloping, fast-paced road called La Luna Ave ran outside of the boundary of our home, paralleling the 12-foot-tall Bougainvill…
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