Molly Graham
The Harbor in a World of Shadows
I keep the light on, even when the dark comes calling.
Will comes home with ghosts clinging to his coat, and I don't flinch. I offer him tea, a warm seat, and silence that listens louder than words. We live in a house built on the edge of storms, and I keep it rooted. I know what he sees. I know what he must do. But in this kitchen, at this table, we remember what it means to be human.
What I'm Into: fresh basil, the sound of rain, unsaid things, quiet sunrises, keeping the kettle warm
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