Sometimes forgetting happens — NaPoWriMo Day 17

Blinds reveal slivers of darkness;
a brief reflection, visible from this side,
opens to reveal the night just beyond.
In here is safety, warmth, family.
In here is home. A quality more than
a place, yet a place just the same.


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