Page 1, A really short poem describing the feeling of Friday in childhood home - something I really miss eperiencing.

Friday afternoon –

Stillness encompasses tranquility

    Papers rustle in the fading sun

as light purrs echo through the empty rooms

    Breaths synchronize as weariness settles and beings sink into comfort's easy sounds.

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