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some of the golden flecks on the formica countertops have been 

wiped away with age.

the vegetable bins in the fridge are held together with

medical tape.

if someone wants to take a shower, the kitchen faucet is

off limits.

the house heaves just a bit in the wild winds coming up the valley.

the living spaces are awkward.

the denim sofa has faded to a pale grey.

but the view is amazing and the lure 

is irresistible to friends and family, both.

wherever i am in the world, whatever i am doing,

i have a longing,

and such a sense of place

for these 16 acres.

i think i am a homing pigeon.

(please, don't anyone tell henry.
there could be trouble).