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Janice D. Soderling

Evenings I sit in the hostel kitchen, writing, with a pot of strong tea and a candle for comfort. The immense quiet is broken only by those snaps and creaks that inhabit old houses. I am partial to old things: old peeling doors, rusty gates, overgrown paths. Old things know how to relinquish the past; they have learned how to make peace. — Janice D. Soderling, from “Vanitas,” Literary Bohemian (No. 1, November 2008)

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