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Denting the Bosch

Why I've Never Been Able To Go Home Again

Teresa Link | Posted 10.08.2012 | Fifty
Teresa Link

Each time we left a house, I bid tearful farewells and promises to return to my friends: the towering hemlock, whose fragrant needles cushioned me in my reading nest; the screen door whose easy slap announced our comings and goings; the curve of the dormer ceiling in what had been my bedroom. I never returned, never, to any of them.