Falling down
October 23rd, 2004 at 6:10pm |
Silhouettes of furniture. Dust. An emptying house.
It was strange seeing my father and brother cart furniture out of my house, knowing my house would never be the same. The place I’ve lived for five years is slowly emptying even as it fills with boxes. There are cat toys and dust where a bed used [...]
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