The story
He measures a breakup in split wood and open distance.
He leans on the fence line where the posts mark off a life that used to feel shared, counting the spaces the way he counts what is gone. Every board and gatepost stands in for a word left unsaid, and the quiet between them grows wider than the field. By dusk, he is still there, staring at the break in the line.
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Lyrics
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