"Cellar Door":
Cellar Door
In my parents’ house there stands a cellar door. It stood as a sentinel against which my life was measured. I refused to cross its threshold. And now, after their passing, I am presented with a dilemma which I cannot reconcile. I am frozen, trapped, fixated on my parent’s cellar
Jesse Dyer
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