The Distant Affair
The house had a mouth. It was not a metaphor, not in the way that poets use such words to dress up the mundane, but a literal, architectural fact that settled into the marrow of my bones before I ever touched the wood, a heaviness that preceded sight, a weight that pressed against the back of my neck as I stood in the rain, watching the structure that had been my home for eleven years, the...
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