These visits leave me hollow, like a body no longer possessed, grasping at the veil as it closes again over questions unanswered and closure denied. And yet… there is hope.

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After All This Time

The compulsion to press my face against the train window and drink in that timeless view. The string of ‘Remember when’s that tumbled from my lips like fairy-tale diamonds and pearls. The feeling of coming home.

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