This is the door to the garden. and this is the hardrn shed. That is the greenhouse in whose cistern the sister drowned sixty-six years ago. The big formal garden is beautiful now and it was beautiful then.
Despite all of the horrors, coming back as the time lengthens.
Sitting
on the steps of the grand old house with a huge black dog. It is a real dog, a huge Newfoundland. It pants all the time, it is built for cooler climates. But it remains there, watching over the stranger sitting on the steps.
The flight will leave in four hours. time to get to the airport.
To pass a securitycheck.
The passports.
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