Week 23

History placed into boxes with only flickers of memories still attached.

A game of Tetris as they’re packed into the car, posters careful not to be bent and a guitar safely angled on top.

The house is bare, ripped of its heart; the windows closed as surfaces prepare to gather dust.

A final lock of the doors and a silent farewell to a house, no longer a home.

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