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look more interesting.
It had hung crooked for 30 years, and I had stopped seeing it until now.
In the hallway, I picked up the ceramic rooster from the window sill and placed him back on the hook by the stove where he’d always lived.
In the room that had been my sewing room, I looked at the boys’ desks and the corkboards and let myself feel sad about continue reading …
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