February 18, 2017

“Beyond the house was nothing. So I assumed. So I remembered seeing when I walked into the house and shut the door. Nothing in the form of a street and a canyon and a fence. Nothing that resembled a stream and a moon and a neighbor’s house and a playground. Nothing that was roughly paved and made of stone and stinking of rubber. Nothing that was not black. Nothing that was not made of dirt…”

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