I am sitting in the dark, in front of the woodstove, watching a small fire I made with an egg carton and a twist of brown paper and a small cardboard shipping box, rolled up into a log, and I am thinking about silence. Tonight is the last night before they come back, and it's quiet, and I remember how quiet it was the night they left and how big that silence felt, and I remember how quiet it was at the lake and how I sat there listening to that silence and I realized that it was the same silence as the night they left, and the silence at the lake was big too, but sweet, and here I am watching the flames eat up the cardboard and get low and dim and turn into glowing worms, crawling along the edge of the ashes, and I am listening to the big sweet silence of ending, and thinking about the the space endings make, where something new can take root.
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