Footprints on snow banks with no one around them

Trees had been backward though nothing has bound them

Voices that whisper but never say names

Fires that flicker with flickering flames, when the lamplinks, when the floor groans,

when I'm filled with dread, I simply remember my favorite thing, and then I don't feel so dead.

Listen to spout.

Stay tuned. There, There, in the house, the old man set next to the old woman, as she lay rest in the house, the old man sat next to the old woman, as she lay resting in their bed.

He held her hand, and she asked, have I been a good wife to you?

He bent down to look her in the eyes and be certain she could hear him.

You are more than I could have imagined.

More than I dreamed, I wake every day wondering if there has been some mistake.

How am I so blessed among men?

My moon and my stars, I love you now, even more than the day your father told me to never step foot on his property again.

But I was not able to bury your children.

You made our house the home of every child that needed a safe space.

I have more children than I have fingers and toes.

In fact, the room next door is overflowing.

They wait.

I asked them for just a little time first.

That is selfish of me.

I hope it's okay.

You know, this is my last night.

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