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It was late summer, already harvest season, and the fields shuddered in the wind, the grains full and heavy as though fed with blood.
“Eventually,” she said, “we’ll all get our chance to ride in a hearse, whether we want it or not.”
No one said anything about tedium or complacency or all the vast, lost possibilities we’d once daydreamed about as children.
each picture on the wall, gradually disappearing, the way our once-clear memories had vanished to leave only the stains we couldn’t quite scrub away.
Within seconds, he caught my eye, his stare lingering to reveal the kind of awkward, ineffable despair I’d seen so often from fellow rural gay men.
