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The bottom shelf of the bookcase is gone, and the shelf above it. More art books, and theory books, and some philosophy texts. A couple of novels, and the book on women’s health, all gone. The sofa cushions are pillowed white, and the blue table glows through the translucent snow. The Shaker TV stand is nearly gone, and soon it will be the TV’s turn. It’s just a little one, a thirteen inch, anyway. I couldn’t see much on it, anyway. And my favorite program had stopped, anyway. |