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No one has ever told me that it’s normal for a person’s eyes to well up as they age, for the tears to find a foothold in virtually every memory.
can almost always escape into sleep. It’s the place where everything is still as it should be, where I still have a say.
but my wheezing words don’t have much impact anymore. They drop like dead birds from the sky, landing in a place no one ever goes.

