The Beauregard Porch

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2026-06-11 17:11:20 -

The heat in Virginia doesn't just sit on you—it presses. It pushes down until your ribs crack and your thoughts grow thick as molasses. I sat on the Beauregard porch and watched the flies circle the dead dog by the fence, and I counted the flies because counting is what you do when the world has stopped making sense. One. Two. Three. Seven. Three again, doubling back like it had somewhere to...

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