My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

impossible, because every street and every corner store and every familiar face was a node in a network I needed to no longer be part of. At the time it had felt like the only way to keep breathing. You don’t burn down your own house, I had told myself. You just leave. But leaving had required the burning. I had understood that much.

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