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dear [person]:

If we arrived at night could we sense the house. We drove and I tried to let everything we passed just be blurry, but still there was someone in yellow light through a window. A house that disappeared. It was lonely in the car after that, and there were four of us.

The roads wind a certain way around a sentence if it's quiet. How long have you been driving tonight? We're not sure if we're lost. The roads are a tree, on and on into the night.

The house, when it was there, was set back from the road. There were beds made for us.

I crept around the floors in the morning, before the day. The hard wood was cold, and underneath the floor there had been other houses on this site, before this one. There had been a starting point, a decision on a location to start digging. Houses that corroded in the salt air, were torn down and recreated by different families. I searched the joins of wall and ceiling for cracks, but found none.

I heard people stirring in beds behind doors.

The windows were large and opened out onto the brambled hill. The path was hidden and it led to the beach.

 

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