An Empty House

An Empty House I heard a squeak, under my first step Into the bungalow, Felt a sigh. The walls receded as if  They made space for me. A dusty imprint of an old piano told of A time when music played. The floors buckled under the past weight. Light streamed across the room Where someone […]
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Published on October 02, 2025 11:54
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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