Thursday, January 10, 2013

Reflections of Home

Weekends, holidays, summer nights my sister and I running in and out of the house “close the door,” echoing in the distance.

Giggling, late at night we lay in the guest room, room #3, counting the seconds it took my great-aunt (who wasn’t so great) to breathe.  Often we were so engrossed in the game that her breath surprised us, making us jump.  

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