The Mansion

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A Wall of the Cellar

It's quiet down here but then, it usually is. The only sounds I hear are from the fire as it consumes its food. I am like a shadow that glides between the casks, opening the door and slipping inside, inhaling deeply once I do. The smell of wood burning. The faint scents of him. The faint scents of me. I relish the quiet as I contemplate where to hang this gift from Deeva but I already have a fair idea. My sock clad feet slip across the floor as I reach up to put the image on the mantle, slightly off to one side. I stand back to admire it. Perfect.

 
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