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7:27 p.m. - 12/14/2009 The banister on the spiral staircase to the second floor is just...gone. Looks like someone found that good wood too beautiful to resist. I shine the flashlight into a far-off corner and wake the bats nesting there. They do not even bother to take flight. Instead, there is a sort of liquid movement as they all stir as one. Beautiful and profane all at once. I walk back towards the kitchen and a rodent scurries away at my step. The cabinets still hang, to my surprise, although there are only two of ten doors left. Stove, refrigerator, countertops? Heh. Heading on through the kitchen, out to the sun porch now. The scene of so many long lazy afternoons, me here, you there. Someone has stood our old glider on end out in the backyard under the weeping willow tree. I'm back.
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