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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| I lived in the garden in Spring and Autumn. Summer and Winter I sought refuge in the closet. I...have been through many seasons. House #1 I stayed out of the cellar. I lived there for less than 2 years. House #2 I never did get into my attic. I lived there for 13 years. I rarely went into the basement. House #3 I slept in a closet with a window facing the dawn. 3 years was a life sentence. Since my nightmares revolve around mistakes, I may never own a house again. Then again... I'm in a condo. Still can't get two of the drawers under the bed to open. It also seems that items placed in those drawers might escape... just saying. Some cabinets and drawers I seldom, if ever, open. Time to channel my inner feline and find out. Same with the building. I've used the pool twice but I'm allergic to fitness rooms (3rd floor). I've never been to the top floor (14th). I've used the stairs once, the day we moved in, as there was a fire drill. I've visited friends on the 1st floor. They have 2 doors, one in the hall, the other outside. There's a dry-cleaner in our building. The washing machines cost 30 or 40 baht. I'm sure that there are hidden rooms and hidden doors, but I haven't seen any monkeys. 230 words 58.448 |
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