
Their homeChapter III
Without her.
Earthen walls, roots and moss, round windows, knitted everything. And one question Pecan once asked himself.

Rain on the round window

The first snow

Supper by the lamp

A lamp that’s never switched off
Drag the line
One evening Pecan imagined the house without her.
Without herWith her
A chair. A clock. Silence.
Lights, pillows, fire. Her.
Without herWith her
A perfectly made bed.
A bed nobody will make again.
Without herWith her
A grey shore.
A sunset picnic.
Without her it’s a burrow. With her, it’s home.
Every night ends the same way.
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