The House No More Comments

I was inside the house where I felt the warmth, the warmth that I remembered
I reached to touch the lightly painted flower sketches hanging across from the mirror in the entryway
I turned but did not see my own reflection just those pictures hanging on little nails on the wall behind
A soft glow came from the kitchen where I glimpsed bowls and plates rinsed but still in the sink
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