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Apr 2021
Old houses whistling in memories
Screen doors flapping in the wind
White sheets wrapped in furniture
Echos of children playing
Cool breezes blowing through curtains
Overstuffed bookshelves
Mothers standing in doorways
Spending summers in the mountains with my mother
Written by
Chani Goldstein
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