Perhaps I didn't live just in myself, perhaps I lived in the lives of others.
The smell of burning wood/coal and the cool wind it rides in on...
I am this time of year. Fall at dusk.
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to
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