There’s a Better Version of Myself in These Woods
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“Darkness Like a Seam” by Rebecca Turkewitz
When I was a child, my grandparents lived in a squat scab-colored house that sat in a clearing carved into the New Hampshire woods. Everything inside their house was a shade of beige or muted brown, the carpets were too thick, and there was a musty smell I associated with basements and garages. In the living room, there was an end table wedged between the couch and the wall that was unusually deep. The table held only a lamp and a set of
When I was a child, my grandparents lived in a squat scab-colored house that sat in a clearing carved into the New Hampshire woods. Everything inside their house was a shade of beige or muted brown, the carpets were too thick, and there was a musty smell I associated with basements and garages. In the living room, there was an end table wedged between the couch and the wall that was unusually deep. The table held only a lamp and a set of
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