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New Neighbors

It’s dark.  I see the lit porchlight across the street. A glow shines from inside the home.  For several years, there were no lights.  It seemed no one lived there, but I knew better.  The house used to be graced with a family. Then, only the man remained.  He seldom came and went.  When darkness fell, the house disappeared.  

There’s something about
how the light warms the snow, and
how love warms the house.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025