I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.
The Ocean at the End of the LaneAs we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.
The Ocean at the End of the LaneMemory Lane always seems to be under reconstruction.
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