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Submitted to Contest #314
It was the kind of summer heat that made the walls breathe. My mother's old house held the warmth like a mouth holds a secret. The back patio door was open, not cracked, not drifting on its hinges, open like an invitation, like the day had decided to step inside and sit a while. Sunlight poured through the living room in a long, unmoving river. It touched the carpet I used to lie on with library books, skimmed the edge of the dining table that still bore a faint ring from a birthday cake, climbed the hallway like it had hands. The air carrie...
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