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Fences
No matter what the weather, there’s always a chill in the air. No warm welcome eases the frosty blast of unspoken disappointment that hovers above me like a shimmering sword. Conversations are fencing rounds, with a jab here and lunge there. Despite my attempts to parry the barbed observation or pointed question about the state […]