A Record of the Present

In late June of an otherwise uneventful summer, the untimely death of a family acquaintance returned Harrison Parks to his childhood home and neighborhood on the North Shore of Long Island for the first time in twenty years. The whole affair left him feeling like the victim of a cryptic dream he couldn’t quite decipher. Funerals were surreal enough, but what really surprised him was how much smaller the area

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