March 23, 1997 Saginaw, MI
At our house, I gathered a few remaining items.
Once I thought I heard cat paws on the basement stairs.
Another time I thought I heard a bird squawk.
I looked for Oliver to be watching and waiting at the front door.
I expected to see Maggie run-up to the fence.
All just ghosts and shadows conjured up from habit and memory of time and emotion spent in that place.
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