I sit in the yellow 3:36pm kitchen reflected in the glass, I run rampant with memory and desire. The room is empty, the room is full. Debussy's 'The Snow Is Dancing' soaks through the wallpaper, a piano awake in the attic. The walls dissolve like the fog… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader On the anniversary of the day she went missing perfectsublimemasters June 10 I sit in the yellow 3:36pm kitchen reflected in the glass, I run rampant with memory and desire. The room is empty, the room is full. Debussy's 'The Snow Is Dancing' soaks through the wallpaper, a piano awake in the attic. The walls dissolve like the fog of steam over the kettle, wet with nostalgia, […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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