User:PollyGolightly

27-07-1934

02-08-1965

06-08-1965

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half sinking into time. the door is old pine, soft with rain. two wooden fishes hang there — carved decades ago, maybe between storms, maybe just to make the water feel closer when winter locked it away. every visitor runs a hand across them, like knocking on a story. waiting for the door to open.

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