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Knock at the Door

Within four walls I sit contented, contemplating a peaceful return but I'm waiting for a moment to permit worthy action; to the East the closet doors smile gently through the cracks of shallow shadow to the South the credenza drawers emit an antique aura of stale bounty to the West window glass gleams with manufactured… Continue reading Knock at the Door