Dear Emptiness,

I have heard it said that when you pay a call it is impossible to know if your stay will be brief, or stretch to the end of one’s days. My home is a humble one, and the rooms are already filled with solitude, so perhaps you could stay with my sister instead. She is more deserving, and has a bigger house.

Yours in the shape of trembling hands,

“The Tenant Farmer”

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