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Left Overs
Left Overs Christmas was over. The house was quiet, heavy with the kind of silence that comes after too much has been felt. Plates were stacked in the sink, half-empty bowls left where they had been used, crumbs scattered across the table. The tree leaned slightly to one side, its needles drifting slowly to the floor.
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets









