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From The Field of Rooms and Halls
I put my sadness in a box. The box went soft and wet
and weak at the bottom. I called it Thursday. Today is
Sunday. The town is empty.
I stood in the road looking forward and back, it see if
it would change something. After a while, I went back
inside and tripped over the box.