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July 29, 2005

Michele: In The Night Kitchen

Night is falling and with it comes the noise. I shut the windows and hope that tonight’s rainstorm drowns that noise out. Or drives him away.

I wrestle with the children to get their earplugs on. They don’t understand what’s happening or why they can’t listen to the crunches and crumbles of the evening.

“But mamma, it’s just noise!”

My little one, so simple. There’s no complexity when you’re five.

Just noise. The sky goes dark and immediately, it starts.

Earth is half eaten now. I hope the monster is ravenous tonight. The hopelessness of waiting is probably worse than the dying.

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