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I see her once a year.I am young the first time. The flowering age where responsibility is strangled by optimism. Some people say I am lost that evening, but I decide that slumped against this tree in this field is exactly where I am supposed to be. I hear her first - a wordless but soothing voice dancing on the wind. The wildflowers are so tall my neck hurts trying to see over them. Mum and Dad were only teasing about farmers, I remind myself. But toothless scarecrows with dogs and guns who kidnap runaway children still claw their way ...
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The wind crawled through the open window and tugged on the black curtain. Shards of paper and leaves scattered in equal portions across the carpet murmured as the air drifted around them. Some had notes scrawled on one side, and if someone decided to read them they would find the words on many were identical. Though the room was far from empty, it was clear that no human had set foot in it for weeks. The corner was home to an unmade bed, and from its fabric the breeze lifted a familiar aroma of sweat and urine. There were spare sheets, but t...
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