hardwood raze "get back," moan the tongues and grooves of weathered wood that bow beneath the weight of you. this floor isn't one to speak unless spoken to. but you're so sure of what you've heard. "is that a warning," you say, "or encouragement to return to a place i once belonged?" what was soft for a spell has gone stiff and stolid again. the only answer is the silent affirmation that there are no answers. you nod and take two steps astern. just to be sure. 260224 what's it to you? who go blather from