The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hits the slate. It sounds like static. Like a dead radio. You stand by the window. You watch the street. The gas lamps are out. The electric ones hum. They buzz low. A constant drone. You are leaving. You packed your bag. It is light. Too light. You feel a hole in your chest. It is not sadness. It is emptiness. A void. You have to go. You have to find the truth. Or so you tell...

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