A part of here

This house has adopted your smell like a child; made it welcome, made it a part of itself.

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You live here already – absorbed into walls and woods and fabrics, making them known to you.

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There will come a time when I can no longer sense you while I change the linen on our bed.

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By then, you will be so much a part of here that I’ll never want to think of when you weren’t.