The Faded Road
The gravel road that leads to the estate is not merely a path but a slow, grinding erosion of certainty. You approach it in the late afternoon, when the light turns the white clapboard of the house into something fragile, like bone held up to the sun. You are driving, but you are not really driving. You are observing the distance between the road and the house, watching how the asphalt wears...
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