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Even the trees are strangers

“I feel like time is a ball of yarn that I’ve dropped unspooling beneath my feet. Every time I try to pick it up it comes undone more and more.” “What?” she says, but her tone implies no desire to hear more We’ve crawled and scrambled up here year after year, knuckles bloodied on the rock face. Sometimes you’ve just got to be sure that what you buried stays buried, that the ground stays tightly packed and that forgotten things remain forgotten.