Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

reflected my own face back at me, gray-haired and tired, looking like my mother had when she sat at this same table ten years ago.

I dried the cups and placed them in the cupboard, aligning the handles so they all pointed to the right.

I reached up and clicked the switch on the wall, turning off the kitchen light, leaving the room in darkness.

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