By Joel Seppala
It's midnight. Cardboard boxes ornamented with van line logos climb the walls, the writing literally and figuratively there. Closing Time, Semisonic. The familiar yet mildly haunting echoes return. It's moving day. Relocation. One last call, Semisonic. Shadows reoccupy lost ground in this home become hostel. Memories are everywhere, but somehow they aren't anywhere. The radio intoxicates. Again, Alexa, play that one again. It's the life we live, the price we pay-looking forward, never back. Well, maybe, this time, just a peek.
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