and the trinkets on our shelves
to breathe in the traces
and remember the faces
Oh, dear one
though you will always live on
it will only kill me to do so
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- Scene 282: Stage in Life
- Scene 281: What's Found Outside the Lines
- Scene 280: Luck
- Scene 279: A Road Quite Taken
- Scene 278: Little Salvation
- Scene 277: Together
- Scene 276: Price of Memories
- Scene 275: Half-Eaten
- Scene 274: Requiem of the Forest
- Scene 273: In Between
- Scene 272: The Lines
- Scene 271: Wallpaper Narrative
- Scene 270: Through the Teeth on the Wall
- Scene 269: The Family Pet
- Scene 268: Walking in the Grass
- Scene 267: What You Found in the Dark
- Scene 266: Service
- Scene 265: Escape at Home
- Scene 264: Garden of Forks
- Scene 263: Return
- Scene 262: The Fall
- Scene 261: Redrawn
- Scene 260: Truth
- Scene 259: Ghosts
- Scene 258: Waste
- Scene 257: On and Off
- Scene 256: Hunter
- Scene 255: A Flash
- Scene 254: A Day in the Park
- Scene 253: Collision Course
- Scene 252: Wither
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