The Wistful Mountain

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The house was not a building. It was a body. I knew this because it breathed. The walls expanded in the winter, tight and cold, like lungs filling with frigid air. They relaxed in the summer, warm and yielding. I lived in the left lung. The rest of the house was the right lung. And I was the air trapped inside. My name is Elena. I have been here for forty years. Or perhaps forty days. Time...

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