All Moments Without End. {poetry}
We’re building unsafe houses from the bones of ghosts of missing children. You dig and you dig, but all you find is earth.
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August 26, 2019
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty One. {fiction}
But there was no time to indulge in nostalgia now. Our hosts, including Elf, led us away from the library to show us to the rooms where we would stay.