I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

thriving.

The house was mine. It had always been mine, before the marriage and through it and after it. It stood exactly as it had stood before any of this, on its foundation, in the neighborhood where I had chosen to put it, holding its contents in the ordinary silence of a structure that asks nothing from anyone and simply continues to exist.

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