The house on the hill is entirely hollow. No windows, no floors, no stairs, no doors. You can see the moon above while you sleep. All that resides there now are spiders, memories, birds nests, teenagers, ghosts, dust, leaves, dreams, rust, love.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 2nd of August, 2022
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