The mornings and the laundry rooms. Down there, doors to the backyard left open so there's a scent of moss and soil floating through the narrow hallway. Somewhere in between the machines, always feeling a bit uneasy, haunted by more than just brief shadows. Collecting damp clothes, taking a deep breath, and up again, with the stairs and the day.

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