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When I turned the key on the house I anticipated my return. A protracted absence ensues. The air behind is trapped, absorbed my everything. Heavy and lush as the garden. Feet-weary carpets rebound. Plants watered, counters subdued. Traps baited in favorite niches. Spiders already weaving like a sweatshop. The kettle will sing again. My legs will be elevated. Home again from thousands of miles, Planning my next getaway.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
Home is where...
When I turned the key on the house I anticipated my return. A protracted absence ensues. The air behind is trapped, absorbed my everything. Heavy and lush as the garden. Feet-weary carpets rebound. Plants watered, counters subdued. Traps baited in favorite niches. Spiders already weaving like a sweatshop. The kettle will sing again. My legs will be elevated. Home again from thousands of miles, Planning my next getaway.
francie-lynch
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
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