Poetry

Sounds of solitude

Blue house

(c) Living my Imperfect Life

She heard her footsteps echo through the house. The creaking stairs and the groan of the couch told her she was home. With the keyboard clacking as she typed, a content sigh escaped her lips.

Time alone was perfect for the introvert.

 

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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