The Dog Who Standlit Me

Hi. Marc here. The other night, I didn’t dream. At least, not in the usual sense. But something came over me— a moment stitched from memory, guilt, and something softer. I was smoking. Late. Outside. One of those nights where silence feels heavier than air. Where you’re not sure if you’re escaping something… or just […]

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