I thought of a gone boy yesterday and the smell of smoke from the night he built a fire in the floor. i knew him to be far away. in the north, he 'd say. but he is not there anymore. it's like thinking of him brought him back. it is a strange thing, like a vision of Christopher McKandless on a road heading westward, to see him here in a town on the east coast. where it's all so civilized.
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