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a familiar bird calls outside. i've always heard that bird when i was at home, whether in the new house or the old. the place is bathed in sunlight and soaked in shade. the wind passes through, rattling the windows, tickling my feet. the tiles are shiny and cool and clean - testimony to my mother's housekeeping skills. i listen to the quiet breathing of the house. missing home has never been a heavier feeling than now, when i am sitting alone. alone does not equate to loneliness, because i love being by myself at times like these. i want to remember this feeling as much as i can. the calm. the dining table - i am going to miss having a dining table. the chairs we picked out. picture frames on the wall, carefully arranged. the fan blades spinning lazily overhead. blue skies with huge clouds just outside the window. blinding sunlight. fresh laundry. i sigh, and the house sighs with me. |
the round one.
Just your average human specimen wanting to be something more. Also has an absurd fondness for potatoes and shoes, among other things.
what i want.
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