Place

Place

There is a place where few people go, and those that do seldom return, and those that return are never the same. Even the few that remember their names.

When asked what they’ve seen, they have no reply. For how can they explain? How can they explain to somebody that would think to ask that question?

And they have questions of their own that they write in the margins of paperback romances, and pass along through the generations.

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