Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Unlikely as it seems

I have visited this spot.  Many times.  I know where the front door key is kept.  I know how to shut the cranky hall window.  I know the contents of the refrigerator.  I know where the old editions of poetry are housed.  I know where the sharpest knives rest and the finest pens.  I know where the dark rough cloth is to drape the mirrors. 

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