I'm Back
It’s different every time I come here, yet always feels the same. Haunted by ghosts, it’s an old place—older than the name it now bears. Listen to the deer—they know. We only acknowledge these truths in October, and even then, we don’t mean it. Worse than forgotten, these ghosts have become jokes. Metaphors for things the…
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