The Quiet House
Today is a low day. Dim, gray-washed. A persistent ache behind my eyes. Nervousness, exhaustion and loneliness twirling mechanically together, like slow clockwork figures. Some time is available -- but I don't know what to do with it. What I want, I cannot have. Sleep is alluring but would repair nothing. I feel like an empty room in a quiet house.
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Hi there,
I hope, you will find the correct decision.
Dolly