The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-25 18:31:20 -

The attic floorboards held the weight of forty-three boxes, each one labeled in my own cramped, fading hand, a tally of years I had spent organizing the debris of a life that no longer belonged to me. I counted them twice, then a third time, my fingers tracing the spines until the cardboard felt worn thin as old skin. It was in the box marked *1998-2002: Personal Correspondence* that I found...

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