~ It’s an odd feeling wanting to be understood in an intimate way but at the same time wanting the freedom of being a mystery. Thus, here you have my words, but not my face.

This Town

It is strange seeing the world change around you when you always stay the same. It’s been more than two centuries, and yet my brother and I have never left the homestead, not that there haven’t been times where we thought about it. I’ve had a few lovers, a few of them wanted to marry me and take me to live with them in the city. I remember biking down the hill to get to town and meet young Bernard Huckley when he returned from the city. Cycling wasn’t ladylike back then, but I didn’t care, I wanted to see him. Too bad my brother and I are bound to this town.