The Distant Journey
The foxglove had grown up in the crack of the driveway again, thick and purple, refusing to die. I looked at it from the kitchen window, my coffee going cold in a mug that said *Property of St. Jude’s Community Center*, and I thought about how some things just persist. They don’t ask permission. They just take root in the dirt and push through the concrete. My name is Elias Thorne, and for the...
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