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255 pages, Paperback
First published May 18, 2016
"They both lived day in, day out, in a place they’d never truly belonged."
"He wanted to find something different, some- thing that would make him care about staying alive, and he wanted to be alone as he searched."
"In his chest rose up a kind of longing he’d never felt before. It wasn’t sadness, or regret. It wasn’t even love. Instead it felt like homesickness for a place he couldn’t quite name, a place he might not have ever been."
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood-
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
- A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman
In his chest rose up a kind of longing he’d never felt before. It wasn’t sadness, or regret. It wasn’t even love. Instead it felt like homesickness for a place he couldn’t quite name, a place he might not have ever been.