Nostalgia

The house is full. When it sleeps, each bed is occupied and the outbuilding is filled.

In the morning, when the sun is not yet fully risen in the sky, voices echo and bounce from all corners.

Silence ripples through doors, words wrap themselves around edges and through floorboards which creak as bodies pass over them, up them.

Walls sigh, as they expand to allow bodies to occupy their space.

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