Standing beneath the ginkgo across from her apartment, she looks up at her room. There are a pair of long windows, both unlit. The traditional paper-covered framing of the inner windows lends them a serene, templelike mood that seems out of place. There she is, staring up at her home. It feels like she’s coming back after a long time gone, even though she only left that morning. She even misses the long room. The lights of the realtor’s office are off, and of course those of the recreation office.
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