Chapter 36 The Life Beyond the Last Page

The desk hasn't moved in years.

It still sits in the corner of the room where three generations once searched for language and found themselves instead.

There are new dents in the wood.

Paint smudges.

A skratch where my daughter once carved a sun too deeply with the edge of a paperclip.

I never asked her to stop.

Because this desk was never mea

            
            

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