Empty Nest
Friday, September 18, 2009
Sometimes the quiet emanating from the second bedroom in this two-bedroom house is so percussive, aggressive that I have to stay away.
Sometimes the quiet is a peacefulness. I open the door, step in.
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I'm glad there is sometimes peacefulness.
Maybe that bed needs a white cat curled up on it.
I like this very much. It is good to know (in advance) that there are two sides to it.
I love the way you've captured this feeling.
Your post is immensely peaceful, Beth. And, as usual, so pretty.
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