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Jo McInerney

Passing by

The house no longer looks the same. Federation cream, green and red have replaced the flaking grey. A new fence and a rehung gate. No cat peers out from the front window through yellowing lace, and the hollyhocks and lavender are gone. The sudden, staccato voices of children rise from the backyard.

thin sunlight
on winter roses
still the smell