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Apr 2010
These rooms are empty now.
No movement of cool air
between one door opening as another closes
over a fine layer of dust on the polished floor.
No untamed billow of transparent fabric
to snag on the time-worn chair.
Just silvered specks dancing in slanted beams
through a curtainless window -
and so much space!
copyright © Caroline Grace 2010
Written by
Caroline Grace
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