The Faded Photograph
The rain hits the glass. It sounds like teeth. You are leaving. The suitcase is heavy. It holds your life. It holds the dust. You look at the house. It is big. It is old. The ivy eats the walls. The shadows are long. They move. They breathe. You do not want to go. But you must go. The bank came yesterday. The letter was white. The ink was black. It said, *Final Notice*. It said, *Vacate*. The...
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