He paused,
one hand on the frame,
the other on the sill,
as the house wrapped
around him.
In the dark glass
of a picture frame
he caught himself —
a figure he’d feared,
had walked afar off
without knowing why.
The floorboards cooled
under him.
He stood where he was.
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