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The year I didn’t count

I imagined this was what ghosts felt like when they sneaked into the corners of photographs, only to be discovered later as white glowing bulbs floating in midair between posed smiles. I felt like a lingering odor or something stepped in and trudged across the living room carpet.

This is what happens when you disappear. This is what they wanted when they sent me away and thought I wouldn’t come back.

Someday, when I look back on this moment and dread the idea of time, I want to think about what the others felt; how their ears must have burned.

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Title by: Rodley Sungrifter
Story by: Jeremy

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By admin – March 31, 2009

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  1. Ryan says

    this is so good!

    March 31, 2009, 12:49 pm
  2. Ryan says

    Or conversely, how maudlin.

    March 31, 2009, 12:54 pm



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