The Distant Joke
The kitchen light is yellow. It hums. You stand by the sink. The water runs. You watch the suds dissolve. They vanish into the drain. You are the Keeper. The house is yours. The silence is thick. It presses against your eardrums. You have kept this place for years. The walls are white. The floor is wood. It creaks under your feet. You know every creak. You know the way the wind hits the window...
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