in this dying town

where are the dead kept?

Today I have had an overwhelming sense of history smothering the present. Of recriminations and accusations holding back the young. Of long held grudges being clung to as the barnacle clings to the hull of a boat. 

People here remember. The past is a living, breathing animal, snarling in their hearts.

Is it time for me to let go?

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