Sunday, July 11, 2010
Windows
My life started with a window, where my grandfather first glimpse cought my naked infant eye. That was in a land ancient and new,where the cypress trees could tell you tales of lost histories, wars that no one could remember. Now I see my father through a window lost in his mind inside an Alzhimers facilty in a land thats new and the wars are easily forgotten.
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