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~ Interval: Day 56 ~

I used to live under the stars,

In a house that smelt like cigarettes and eucalypts,

And sounded like cicadas and smashing bottles.

Some nights, Jake and I would tiptoe past the chaos and cut across the deck,

We'd splinter our hands climbing trees to the moon,

Harden our feet travelling quiet railway lines.

We'd say: 'one day, we'll start walking and never come back.'

I never thought that he'd begin without me.