Alone at dawn.
Alone in the house at dawn, I listen for the wind, or the sound of something, anything moving.
Nothing.
Nothing but the space between things.
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Spontaneous writing on Patreon, fresh at dawn today.
Alone at dawn.
Alone in the house at dawn, I listen for the wind, or the sound of something, anything moving.
Nothing.
Nothing but the space between things.
—
Spontaneous writing on Patreon, fresh at dawn today.