Once upon a time in a once upon a time house, a carpet lived for almost thirty years, playing silent host to the footsteps of friends and family, to six cats, countless hairballs (and worse), where I would sit each morning, on a particular part of its pattern, facing east as the sun rose, until one day we moved toward that rising sun, bringing the carpet with us, to a house where it didn’t fit and to a forest where it did.

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