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Taking Myself for Walks
My little apartment is very different now that Willow isn’t here. It’s quieter.
Certainly there’s no buzzing.
Not Yet
Pretty, isn’t it? Beautiful even. The knots in the wood catch your eye as they swirl. The red of whatever wood it is is dark and deep. Almost the color of drying blood.Read More »Not Yet
This morning I said goodbye to a friend.A Notice on the Door
Death left a notice on my door A gentle reminder She’ll be around soon to collect that debt The one we all take It’s not… Read More »A Notice on the Door