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In this, my last summer, our last summer, we have been leaving our mark on this town the only way we ever could - subtly, unnoticed but by ourselves. We have bought toys from ghosts, and for them, shifted our own feet and boxes of others, through glass, through the sand traps. I have pictures and notes and plans for an entire existence that most people have never seen, or considered. I feel like I'm yelling into a forest to shift the leaves, like we are changing nothing but what needs to be changed (though it is sometimes complicated by others' slight of hand, and by my own failure to consider consequence, or conspire to more conventional uses of time). This place will never know we changed it, we have left ourselves so faint, like the shadows of Hiroshima bomb victims. We know this town so thoroughly that we will always be attached to it, umbilically. Every summer I spend for the rest of my life will lead my mind to wander back to Waterford Michigan. And every Winter, Autumn, Spring.
I wish I could express this better.
I wish I could express this better.