Sunset Visitation 

by Mountainphile

"It's become an almost daily ritual. She chooses the wide, soft couch in the living room, because it holds potent memories of him, of them melded together at dusk. A photo of him sits shadowed in its frame on the end table next to the lamp, which stays dark, untouched. She has no need for the light, even as it honeys and darkens and wanes in shortening shafts across the carpet. This is her time."


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