eight march
one : oh-three a.m.

checking post office box six twenty-nine for the last time. locking that door - dented now, from his four a.m. attack - for the last time. those tracks and those people and those buildings for the last time.

and the only part that bothers me is that i'll never get fifteen cent stick candy (clove, sassafras, blackberry, horehound) from the ancient general store again.