Could You Be?

Walking home under the street lights I am never lonely.

I am ever accompanied by all the memories, new and old of the sandstone around me. The snatches of conversation I hear as I wander past, not knowing if they are from my time or another.

Tonight is extra special. One of those cottages I can sense calling to me. Its drowsy awakenings as it realises I am here. Listening. Hoping. Dreaming.

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