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Alone in the Cabin
1 min readApr 13, 2020
My family is history
Lovers dead or dust
So here I sit
By myself
In our house full of his things
Haunted by stories from days of yore
On a dark, stormy morning in April
Written by Victoria Ponte
Writing to share wonder, gratitude and a sense of humor. Poetry, life lessons, survivor https://www.youtube.com/@victoriaponteagain?sub_confirmation=1