The old house where I live in Vermont comes alive with the slightest acknowledgement—animated, breathing. It’s deep winter; I don’t go out much. I spend my days in the company of animals, furniture and weather. Teapots. Soup pots. The long table in the kitchen with its scars and stories. The […]
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Time Warp
I’ve been sleeping in my clothes a lot since I got home. I don’t know why, it’s as if I need to be ready to go at any moment.
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