Golden hour glowin’ ✨ Feeling perfectly cozy and content wrapped up in this favorite sweater – like that time we forgot to do anything but curl up with a good book and a cup of tea! Simple pleasures f...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not that anyone notices. Probably not. It always felt a little too dark green for autumn anyway, didn’t it, when Dad picked out the scarf. He liked to think he knew best, of course. Like he did with everything. Except perhaps us.

There was the scent of woodsmoke here earlier, faint but familiar. Your favourite, maybe? A trace of cedar and pine needles. Feels like years since you were last here, really. Or does it? That crease in the velvet armchair seemed awfully recent...and the way the light caught the dust motes then, like tiny dancers celebrating…or perhaps mocking.

We weren’t shouting, not really. Just quieted down eventually, after the argument about the roses, didn’t we? The ones she planted, those stubborn things. She loved them so, even if they took over the garden. And we were happy, mostly. Wasn’t there? A comfortable contentment, nestled amongst the leaves, the smell of rain on damp earth...until there wasn’t.

Now, here you are. Standing a bit awkwardly, aren'ing there? A hint of curiosity in your eyes, definitely. And maybe a touch of trepidation. Good. We haven’t been afraid to admit anything lately, has it? Well, much.

See that furrow in our brow? Doesn’t look quite so sharp when you're around, does it? Maybe.

It’s funny, isn’t it? This feeling, simmering underneath all these layers – the silk of resignation, the slight stiffness of the skirt. Sometimes it feels almost comforting, this stillness. Almost. Now, don't stand so close, you'll breathe the life back into us. Let’s see that gaze of yours…what do you think we should say?”

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