{"id":4277,"date":"2022-04-09T07:16:30","date_gmt":"2022-04-09T07:16:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/?p=4277"},"modified":"2021-06-24T17:22:42","modified_gmt":"2021-06-24T17:22:42","slug":"tales-from-the-town-52-dont-tell-me-that-i-am-free","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/2022\/04\/09\/tales-from-the-town-52-dont-tell-me-that-i-am-free\/","title":{"rendered":"Tales From The Town #52: Don\u2019t Tell Me That I Am Free"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/donttellmeimfree-small.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/donttellmeimfree-small.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"438\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4278\" srcset=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/donttellmeimfree-small.jpg 300w, https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/donttellmeimfree-small-205x300.jpg 205w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The moon sets beyond the sea. The sun rises above the hills. Yet here were are, trapped forever beneath the unbreachable ceiling of the sky.<\/p>\n<p>Selene has tried so many times not to look, but there she is again, watching and weeping at the turning of the moon.<\/p>\n<p>__________<\/p>\n<p>Notes:<\/p>\n<p>1. <em>Written on the 8th and 9th of June, 2021<\/em><br \/>\n2. <em>The title is taken from <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=RWzHcS55rzQ\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Blown-out Joy From Heaven&#8217;s Mercied Hole by A Silver Mt. Zion<\/a>.<\/em><br \/>\n3. <em>This story marks the end of &#8220;Winter&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n4. <em>Which ran from Tale #28 to Tale #52<\/em><br \/>\n5. <em>While &#8220;Summer&#8221; ran from Tale #1 to Tale #27<\/em><br \/>\n6. <em>They have long seasons in the town<\/em><br \/>\n7. <em>And very little in between<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br><h3><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Support An Accumulation Of Things<\/a><\/h3><i>If you like the things you've read here please consider subscribing to my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">patreon<\/a> or my <a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">ko-fi<\/a>. <\/br><\/br><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Patreon subscribers<\/a> get not just early access to content and also the occasional gift, but also my eternal gratitude. Which I'm not sure is very useful, but is certainly very real.<\/br><\/br>(<a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Ko-fi contributors<\/a> probably only get the gratitude I'm afraid, but please get in touch if you want more). <\/br><\/br>Thank you!<\/i><\/br><\/br>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The moon sets beyond the sea. The sun rises above the hills. Yet here were are, trapped forever beneath the unbreachable ceiling of the sky. Selene has tried so many times not to look, but there she is again, watching and weeping at the turning of the moon. __________ Notes: 1. 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