MOVING AGAIN Bereft of possessions, the vacated apartment echoes my hollow steps in the silence. Did a warm-blooded, sentient being once give utility and the heat of life to these desolate rooms? Do not linger - refuse the ancient ghost of a wretched babe crying to exhaustion for bar-hopping parents, sentenced for a time to its living death in exclusion. Go NOW. Shut the door and walk out into sunlight.

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