At the Top of My Lungs: House Calls
In the gloaming, when the dark comes early and the wind whips cold, I imagine that house blinking and twinkling, glowing and coming to life.  Bewitched and bewitching it haunts me still, and when I follow its siren song I find my family, our young spirits housed forever in that home.
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