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December 31, 2008
One of the legs had become shorter than the others , no one knew how. So we put a small block of cardboard underneath the shortened leg. In the kitchen, you were never alone. Someone was always there, chopping onions are getting a glass of water. The rest of the house was more spacious. Every nook and cranny with an invisible name on it. Sometimes doors were locked and sometimes they weren’t. The door to my room usually was. It had green curtains and walls with a faint turquoise and pink wash. The floor was white marble with green tinges.