soups on

The house is quiet save for the sounds
of little mouths humming

the fire licking it’s glass pane enclosure
my daughter sitting nearby reading

these are moments I used to see in my head
like imaging the day when …

Our afternoon adventure was a nature center
where the cold wind kissed our cheeks and the
laughter came out wild, spoiled, free.

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