that is the setting of my life.
I'm by myself now but I've managed to hang on to it.
the aged and simple but somewhat bright and cheery kitchen; and the inner sanctum of the bedroom
I shared with my sister as a child—are a comfort.
was gone by 35.
She got married and lives a long way off. We always cared about each other but were never close like some sisters, I guess. We talk once in a while. She has no intention of ever coming back. I don't tell her, but I wish she would come to visit me. After we talk, I think about the sound of her voice
and I cry a little.
They're good people and I'm very grateful for them—more grateful than I can say.
seemingly nothing else. I guess we all do that—or don't.
I wonder if this Being, this silent observer—is forever.
Does It already know how this little corner of eternity I live in is going to play out?
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In Moonlight Oleg Mischenko