Deja Vu at the Edge of the World

by solaris2001

Away from the others, he crouched in the shadow of the steep wooded hill behind his grandparent’s farmhouse, his back against the worn brick back of the milkshed. Staring through the forest, he remembered the memory of stories of black bears, of the dangers beyond this uncrossable threshold of nature, this borderland of the universe. Vacuous, engulfing silence from the dense umbrage before him, the deep mysteries of his childhood lingered at the back of his brain, nearly taking shape as thought before subsuming into his consciousness and forever rejoining all that remains unutterable and longed for in the soul.

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