I worked to build the perfect house around me,
with big bay windows facing the sunrise.
Every detail was just so.
I knew just when to move,
just where to go.
Everything went according to plan,
for a while.
But it was fragile.
The wind blew a tree down
and my bay windows shattered.
The coffee maker broke,
there was construction on the highway,
things were delayed.
An…
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