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Homecoming Todd Outcalt

I went home again and walked those paths I once had known—now so narrow and so small—the fence lines draped in clover ringed by vine. There were tombstones on the hill and where the trees grew tall there stood a sense of time. I could have worked there in the boyhood fields forever—or so it seemed. But all the light had faded from my mind, and there was only forward left to live. Some had passed or would pass away again. And then awhile I wanted to return in kind, but knew I could not, nor would this last: leaving again what I had already left behind.

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Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...

Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...