is where you go.
deep
down the stairs, or
up
to the attic.
to where the boxes are.
you make your home
among
the cobwebs,
the dust,
the mildew.
you find a shadow
to sit in,
with flashlight in hand.
the thunder roars,
the rain
pellets the roof.
a cool wind
finds its way in
through the cracks.
you smell all of your
yesterdays in there.
it's wonderful.
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