It's like there is a heavy feeling of death in the lodge.
It could be anything really. Someone may pass, or a loss or change in the community will occur.
It's quite erie.
All memories from my past are surfacing. My secrets. All the things that kept me going these long dark years, 15.
Some good things, some as empty and lonely as winter.
The spring light exposes cobwebs, and dust.
It now sheds light on dreams and hopes of something deeper with the truck driver.
Never an overnight, a meal shared, siting in front of the fireplace.
All the romantic preparation. ...
Just 5 to 10 minutes of passion.
It is though we are the physical bodies. And spirits inhabit them to meet once again.
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