Chapter 11. This is all about longing

She keeps dreaming of a house in the middle of the fog a house made of Christmas lights he is always in the dream inside the house smoking loving reading loving drinking longing he does not call her anymore she keeps dreaming of a walk in the middle of the world a walk made of Christmas snow he is always in the dream standing smoking loving thinking loving drinking longing he does not walk he does not call her anymore. Not a number not a name no call no call at all. No Fall, just Winter. Christmas time holly frozen time.

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