Stillness

Everything seemed the same, the family photographs on the walls, the sofa, the windows… even the smallest of details like the dust gently touching the books in the shelves seemed the same. The light was different, though, that light that reminded him of his loss, a presence that lingered suspended on the air, on better times.

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