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By Misha Collins
This collection stitches together quiet confessions and half-lit memories, tracing the distance between what is felt and what can be spoken. Each piece lingers on small, ordinary moments—an unmailed letter, a voicemail never answered, the smell of rain through a car window—revealing how much life hides in plain sight. Together, the poems and micro-essays form a loose narrative about growing older without growing apart from the versions of ourselves we used to be.