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We lived in a house where the windows opened to nowhere. We leaned on people who were travelers themselves, with one foot always out the door. Now, sitting alone and watching the debris of these memories, we realize it wasn’t the walls or the roof to blame; we just didn’t know how to treat someone as if they were here to stay, when they had smelled of leaving from the very beginning

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