The Distant Summer
The house breathes around you, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that you feel less with your ears than with the bones in your chest, a deep, tectonic sigh that has been held for decades, and you are not merely living within these walls, you are becoming them, your skin softening to match the peeling plaster, your joints creaking in sympathy with the settling foundation, until it is...
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