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deadbolt
There is a place deep down in my heart where I built a room. Maybe the size of a linen closet, a little bigger, I built this room in the crawlspace of my memories. I framed it using 2x4s but didn’t bother adding any drywall or flooring. There was no need to make it pretty;…
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even living?
Something important is happening here, but I still can’t pin down what. It’s clear from my children’s happy days and satisfied sleeps that we’re making it. We keep making it. Each day arrives, and we’re still here, but now something new bids us forward into each morning. Is this joy? Is this hope? We made…
a scribble of jo 