Today I love my house.
I don’t always love my house.
But today it feels just right. The light is dim and cosy and knowing. The hum of the generator is quiet enough for me to hear my own thoughts but loud enough to feel like company.
The roses I bought last week for $20 on Sixth Avenue have wilted and bowed out, gracefully as always.
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