all the ornaments
wrapped and in their boxes
for the next fifty weeks—
in the room a gaping emptiness,
this joy in not rushing to fill it in
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January 3, 2016 by Rosemerry
all the ornaments
wrapped and in their boxes
for the next fifty weeks—
in the room a gaping emptiness,
this joy in not rushing to fill it in
I think you bumped into a little epiphany of your own here, and not the season.