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2011-01-01T10:39:35-05:00January 1st, 2011|Musings on life, Relationships|

Comfort

Comfort is in
expected things like soup
an old housecoat
a favourite mug
and in the corners of a day too
they emerge like secrets
unexpected
like the smell of libary books
the orderly tedium of airports
the little candle
he always lights
at the front door
just before I get home.

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