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Here’s a short piece inspired by the title and mood of — treating it like a memory, a journal entry, or a quiet moment captured in time. Title: With the House to Ourselves January 13, 2022

By 5 p.m., we were tangled on the couch under a blanket that smelled like laundry and her shampoo. Snow started falling outside—small, unhurried. I remember thinking: This is the kind of day you don’t realize you’ll miss until it’s already a memory. Lily Lou - With the House to Ourselves -01.13.22-

Lily Lou fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. The record had stopped. The tea went cold. Here’s a short piece inspired by the title

And for a few perfect hours, with the house to ourselves, nothing in the world was missing. I remember thinking: This is the kind of

She was already barefoot, padding across the living room rug like she’d lived here forever. Her laugh came easy—low and warm—as she spun a slow circle, arms out, testing the silence. “All ours,” she whispered, and the words landed somewhere soft in my chest.