I sit here in silence. The same clock has been ticking; it's been counting away the seconds for as long as I've lived. And though it hangs on a different wall in another room still it remains a constant. Familiar voices that ring through the rooms are a bit more worn, a bit more weary. Everything here, including our own bodies, are a bit more lived
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Hope you had a happy Thanksgiving.
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