weren’t happy together lived a state easy, mild contentment. shared ev — Jon Gresham, Rose Slowly

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We weren’t happy together but we lived in a state of easy, mild contentment. We shared everything except the stupid fucking secret hanging round your neck. I imagined tiny photographs: portraits in sepia of your parents, their faces partially obscured by goitres. Meanwhile, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, maybe not even in a decade from now but one day: the planet would fall apart.

Jon Gresham, We Rose Up Slowly

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