inside my house at 10 pm, pussy willows in the glass, a statue of a woman calm, a pearl upon her lap,
a lamp lit in the corner, volumes on those shelves, the rumble of a fire beneath my feet,
radiators faintly tick, fresh pillows gently lift, persistent toning of that chime outside my door,
pinecones from the winds that raged last friday

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