Today we are moving out. I don’t think the dead still live here. And our children sleep forever in the rooms where they were born. Come downstairs. Let me hear, for a moment, the echo of my own steps in these empty rooms.
Today we are moving out. I don’t think the dead still live here. And our children sleep forever in the rooms where they were born. Come downstairs. Let me hear, for a moment, the echo of my own steps in these empty rooms.
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