~A Poem From The Attic~

In the deep, dry gloam, above my happy, healthy home, lives a quiet, lonely space, a world left out of place. A weight upon the house, but silent as a mouse, comforting but somehow eerie, to make my glance grow wide and leery. On a dusty table I see a page, blurry, penciled words drawContinue reading “~A Poem From The Attic~”

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