
I used to think living on my own was fine then the shadows moved in followed by voices, they want me out they say the house is theirs time to turn the tables I threw flour in the air The shadows vanished The voices remained They whisper in the peeling wallpaper Through the cracks in the floorboards I strip the wallpaper, filled the cracks The house is quiet I reclaim my sanity. ©AnitaDawes2022
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The power of a redo.
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🕊📚🙏🏻
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Incredible evocation of The Human Spirit at its best.
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Thank you!
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Keep on keeping on👏
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Wonderful post
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Thank you!
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evocative as always.
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Thanks Jude…
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My pleasure.
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