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The Red Reflection

The twilight air hung heavy as I stood by the small lake, its stillness disturbed only by the faint ripple of unseen fish. Across the water, the red house stood like a forgotten relic, its windows dark, curtains drawn. They say no one lives there—never has. Yet, every […]

Space needed to be made

There was a time in which antique shopping provided a reprieve from the present and provided for a future adventure. While the shops pointed to the past, they were like comfort food for future stomachaches. Now she went in them and felt nothing other than the need to […]