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I do believe quite vehemently in there being parts of yourself that are lodged in the interstices of whichever house nestled your childhood. Fragments of an earlier being; I remember what it’s like to feel so much larger than your body; when the world was malleable and brighter and rage was a pebble lodged in between your throat. Long hours wondering if my father would come home. Always your strange older child