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The Empty Space
A clean spot above our, my, mantle needed painting. The missing picture frame left a glaring square shouting something was once there. Soon the entire wall was repainted; especially where the Christmas tree used to rub. Two other walls were painted; scribbles from kids now in college could still be seen. Even the front door; especially the front door, needed a fresh coat of light green paint. Finally the whole room smelled new. Yet there was still one empty place, but not a drop left for my heart.
Henry Clemmons
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