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Leaning Home

Every house he ever lived in leaned one way or another.  Dinner rolls rolled toward the edge of the table, sugar bowls upended, their sweet avalances streaming toward the tilted floor where, magically, throw rugs surfed across the boards to end up somewhere unexpected, over toward the windows, as if seeking some fresh air.

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This is lovely. Thank you.

This is lovely. Thank you.