The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 11:10:10 -

The elm tree stood in the yard. It had been there before my grandfather was born. It would be there after I was dust. That was the agreement. You could move the house. You could sell the land. You could leave the country for good. But the elm stayed. It was the only constant in a life of drifting. I packed the last box. My hands shook. Not from cold. From exhaustion. I had been running for...

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