Curtains flowing, quickly drawn, her mother near,
washed clothes, soon to be put away.
I asked, why don’t we live here? She heard
a baby crying downstairs (for this is where we lived).
She returned with our child. I asked again –
unanswered.
.
Curtains flowing, quickly drawn, her mother near,
washed clothes, soon to be put away.
I asked, why don’t we live here? She heard
a baby crying downstairs (for this is where we lived).
She returned with our child. I asked again –
unanswered.
.
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