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The Yard

Thoughts in the Backyard The sky is white today but the sun gets through warms my face where I in the backyard and enjoy the good village´s peace and harmony. I like the winter sun in Algarve, the summer one is too fierce I have to hide in the house and put shutters on windows before noon. In my childhood I used to draw faces on windows with night frost, saw them cry and melt away never to reappear other than in dawn dreams. Infancy, spent long time looking out of windows seeing all the seasons and watching other children playing hide and seek. Hospital walls, grey as rainy autumn days, and adults whispered not for a child to hear, surgery and endless tests, the child could play again. The whiteness on the sky is a mist now, curtains to the past is drawn and I do not miss my childhood, too much pain and aloneness.

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Date: 1/28/2014 8:13:00 AM
Dear Jan - oh the faces on windows drawn only to them cry. You have a way of honing in on loneliness that reaches deep.
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