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What was that. A knock? Sssh! Listen. I heard something. Was it the wind, scratching across my pane? The pine tree branch thumps its fingers. Squirrels, racoons and mice scurry over my roof. My porch light is a beacon of revelation. The doors are locked against friend or others. I will wait. Fall asleep. Dream. A hut on an island in the blue, No ghostly memories.
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
An Island in the Blue
What was that. A knock? Sssh! Listen. I heard something. Was it the wind, scratching across my pane? The pine tree branch thumps its fingers. Squirrels, racoons and mice scurry over my roof. My porch light is a beacon of revelation. The doors are locked against friend or others. I will wait. Fall asleep. Dream. A hut on an island in the blue, No ghostly memories.
francie-lynch
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
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