A Visit To The Old House — Nesbit and Gibley

I knocked on the door of my old house. My knuckles rapped the green paint. She opens up, I explain, she lets me in, and everything was different. There’s no reference to the photographs I have. The stove was bigger, the countertop a hard stone, the living room smaller, cluttered, the garden overgrown and dense. […]

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