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Cave

Home became a place I could not leave
Tiny warm bodies synchronized breathing
Chests rise and fall robed in fur
Shrouded deliciously in blankets of darkness
We wrap ourselves in down
Invisible

Cave

Home became a place I could not leave
Tiny warm bodies synchronized breathing
Chests rise and fall robed in fur
Shrouded deliciously in blankets of darkness
We wrap ourselves in down
Invisible

Danielle Miller, 43

Seattle

 
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