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  • I will have disappeared somewhere and redesigned myself into something like one of Tim Burton's odd characters... and a horse and buggy will pull into your driveway one day. You’ll be outside gardening sage one evening and you’ll hear the horse hooves clopping up the pavement. You’ll go around the corner of the house to see who would be riding horses through your neighborhood. You’ll be surprised when you almost bump into the mysterious buggy-driving man as you round the front. He’s a classic tall dark stranger with cynical eyebrows and a straight face. He hands you a note burned on casket wood, an invitation. Remember that. It’s from me, and I’m asking you to come for a visit. But you'll have to keep the secret or the roots might rise up out of all that loose sand under your house and there will be nothing I can do about it because... well, because secrets write their own stories and aren't to be trusted with things such as invitations. Or casket wood. So beware. And please come visit my future self.
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