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like me

I can hear the fir trees cracking and breaking in the night, their tired limbs laden with ice and the weight of a new year. I know that if I look out the window I will see needles scattered over … Continue reading

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always August

It was August, always August, when the heat rose as the sun stretched out its fingers and you scrambled up the apple tree, chasing after those last rays of summer. I never followed, afraid of falling, always tethered to the … Continue reading

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