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It was the floorboards, as they peeled up from under themselves like the dying screams in the fading colors of the back room. The water had reached what could be called after a "flood," and continued to fill till, as implied, it flooded.
I miss her...in the way that I can only extend my beckoning ideals forth with and without any sort of real intension or recolection
I've only ever needed a pair of running shoes to transport me to. To carry me, like there is something beneath me. Waiting to bring me back to a home that I never knew I had, but always remember when I find it again. A home in the summer, in the breeze, in the mountains.
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