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Lights Hidden Away

The coziness of the confines
Was like Christmas,

Sage
&
Parsley,

Undertones of rosemary -
Wrapped the walls

In friendly spectres
Of past

Adventures,

She said:

What was hers
Was mine.

And I didn�t mind,
Taking the

Time,

To explore more

Deeper

And there
Was
The refrigerator

Having

Every letter
Of
The alphabet,

An outlet

For her guests -
To do their

Bests,

To string together
Letters -

Together,

And I remember.

*. *. �*

I almost said:

I became a creature of solitude when...

But then. �I realized. �I was always thus.

That's not something I would readily disclose, or disclose at all,
to anyone really.

There is a variety of influences in my sphere, that I am grateful for.

So yes...

I was in deep solitude at the time,
and I somehow befriended a special soul.

I don't often meet others who have a passion for the written word.

I think to really have a passion for something is perhaps rare,
and if you have such a thing, it is utterly luxuriant.

Well...

This person had magnet letters on the refrigerator,
for guests to compose things.

I've never seen anything like that before.

It made me feel warm like a holiday ideal.

I just realized this...

That the memory makes me feel thusly.