Entering my house was to return to my cocoon for the starlight hours. It was my chance to become stronger amid the black, my heart singing all the clearer by daylight.
Entering the house was an easy auditory bath of sweet music from a radio, the eyes greeted by family photographs and the well-loved furniture of years.
Entering the house by starlight the black walls stood in perfect strength, the light from within shining upon the wide and golden pathway.
Entering the house had the same feeling as the calling of a loving mother, as if those rocks could hug in true softness.
The doorway opened to the house and entering it for the first time felt the same as coming home after a long absence.
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