We have our own cave
Firelight flickering orange on the bricks
Picking out the shapes of books on the shelves
The shape of the wingback rocking chair
The wood of the harp frame.
We sit together
Sometimes we do homework
Sometime just reading or knitting
Sometimes TV
The dog snores and sighs in his sleep
The clock ticks
We are together
The fire crackles and settles
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