The Calendar on the Wall
I am a calendar. I hang on the wall of an apartment above a factory in Ohio. My pages are white. My letters are black. I have no opinions about anything. The woman who lives in this apartment is named Harper Miller. She looks at me every morning. Her eyes move across my surface the way a hand moves across a table, searching for something that may or may not be there. I do not know what she is...
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