I thought about how each time you moved, you left behind more and more: the antique furniture; the soft, faded T-shirts; the garbage and then the garbage cans themselves, until maybe one day you were left with only what you could carry on your back, and what was packed inside your own skin.
Emma Straub, “Fly-Over State,” Other People We MarriedNotes
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