the edges of time

I recognize the smell.

Not of charred pancakes or scalded pots but of evaporating dreams from an abandoned kitchen. Of ashes from a cold fireplace. Of idle water in drains and gutters.ย  Of sky that burns the edges of time with daylight.



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