He came through snow that swirled into drifts out in the cold
blue dusk. You could feel it enter the darkening house with him;
candles guttered as the outer door closed. Silence filled throats
eyes, assembled guitars. He stomped the snow off his boots
as you could hear somebody greet him in the entryway.
Down the hall a clock ticked and in the kitchen
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