Howling Under A Smooth Surface
I wanted to feel all the parts of myself alive and awake inside myself, and still, somehow, survive
The thing I miss most about those years I spent living in the country is the very thing I eventually came to hate about it: the long snake of black tar between one place and another, the empty distances, the endless driving. 1
God, how I miss the driving.
I miss going for days and days without leaving the house in winter—alone with little babies, creaky fl…
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