simirite's Blog

10 Minutes/Entry 17
Date: May 26th, 2008 10:35:26 pm - Subscribe
Mood: genki


Here, in the lack of sun, there are no hard edges. There are no shadows--only shadows of shadows. Those shadows' shadows lightly mark the footprint of everything in the yard. A light switched on in the garage spends itself beating against the dirt encrusted window, and leaks only a little light to the lean-to shed.

Last winter's leaves and pine needles washed up against the bulwark of the fence. The fence that lists and leans, with deep gouges from some previous property owner's dogs. Dogs? Yes, two at least. The gouges occur at vastly different heights, not explicable by one dog's standing on its hind legs.

My second grade self smiles in eternal childishness at me. Who is that little kid with the huge forehead and the eyes older than the face?
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