The woods were wild at nightfall. She heard dim crashing and splashes and the bark of a dog, and through the gaps in the trees was a mottled sky of fading pink and grey discs, microbes moving toward the west. She had almost gotten away but not in time and now leaving wouldn't save her. She lay down on the deck with the woods all around her.

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Everything is gone. And it's not so much the material things. It's just ... that's home.

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It's really been rough. We just moved in a house with me and my kid, and everything is gone.

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There must be something beyond love. I want to get there.

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