Tethered

Christine's Barn

They'll move it. Or it becomes someone's barnwood floor.

It will disappear by spring, when we come back. It doesn't matter.

The barn is still there.

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Everytime I come to see
you, I come in through
a blue door. Everytime I come in, you stand up. You
stay where you are. You put your
book down and tip your head back. Regard. I come in and
you rush to help me with
everything I'm carrying. I come in and you hold up one finger
don't interrupt. I come in and you
ignore it, absorbed, genuine or not. I come in and
you smile, you don't. Everytime I come to
see you, I come in through
you do
you don't
I come in
you don't
I come in
to see you
you already were. You,
already.
You were.

Continue.