Reoccurring visions of myself as a black dog circling, territorial, a dead body. His. A suspension, a limbo growling. Very possessive over something which was never mine, but here I am unable to leave it. I won't ever leave here. He's not here, but this is the last place I saw him. So I stop, and this is my point on the map that chose me. I cannot be chased out of this place, away from him. The distance between us is fixed and immovable because he is my brother.
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