fear
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There is an old house somewhere along a Louisiana bayou that you have probably passed a hundred times. It has peeling paint and a garden that has long since become wild. Two rocking chairs sit on the porch, one tilted slightly to the side. The trees seem to close around it, their branches reaching over…
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Everyone knows of you, but they do not truly know you. Perhaps because you never gave them the chance. And that is not necessarily a failure. Sometimes hiding parts of yourself was the safest thing you could do. Perhaps it was easier to become the quiet one, the strong one, the agreeable one. The version…
