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Nook and Crannies - April 30, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 30, 2025
  • 1 min read

growing up, my favorite hide-n-

seek spots were behind clothes

in closets, under beds

and piles of blankets

 

gaps and pressed-in places

were secret and safe, silence

and invisibility, soft breath and

quietness, mystical and new

 

in the basement, I would

squeeze behind the dryer

and slip into a creepy

dark space under the stairs

 

those days I wished my house

had a secret door and passage

to a magical world only for me

a place to be alone

 

that all changed one time

when loneliness found my

hiding place, touched me

and said

 

You’re it!

 
 
 

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