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No longer a home


The house is silent. Even the walls have stopped whispering and the floorboards no longer creak.

The air is thick with memories. Dust has settled on shelves filled with bits and pieces of the past. In the attic secrets lie dormant.

This is no longer a home. I close the door.


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