Absence

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Weird how ultra-quiet it seems after the kids go home. They’re older now, and not quite as loud, but still, when I’m sitting downstairs by myself after they’ve been here for the weekend, I’m amazed at the absence—of sound, of movement.

And that objects stay relatively where I put them.

One more quiet weekend at home and then they’re here for the summer. I’m going to miss last summer’s free time.

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