Saturday, January 14, 2017

So. The sale is done.

All last night I dreamed of the house, of forgetting things in it, of strangers striding through it. . . . And today is day one of never going back.

I wonder what I will do with myself today. I feel too large for my own skin.

I suppose this is where chores come in. Dusting and sweeping as a patch for bereavement. Something, anything, to take care of.

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