Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Coming home to a darkened house after the storm with the boards up on the windows. Breathing the thick, warm air. Listening for crackling sounds, the weight of feet or the sound of air through foiled vents, the angry thud, thud, thud of feet from the upstairs apartment. Feeling for presences -- human or otherwise. Coming home to a darkened, silenced house. After the storm.

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