nightmares tonight. can't go back to sleep. dreaming about Romania, 2001, before we moved to Hollywood.
that big old house with its 50 (so strange with even numbers) windows and 23 doors. "Life's too short to stay inside," said my beloved grandmother (the only one worthy of our family name). "Come on out and play with your sisters." but all I wanted was to wander the hallways, observing the world from the fabulous windows. a different scene in every window, a different story through each glass.
window no. 7; grandmother smiles her gracious smile as she tickles my sister (the thin one), but has collapsed on the damp grass from her final heart attack when I get to no. 24.
So many questions.
ReplyDeleteI love how you have merged solid entities such as numbers with the unknown.
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strange and beautiful. everything i like. :)
ReplyDeleteAw that is so sad. But your grandmother was right, get outside, or just somewhere and do something. Do something fun, change the world.
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~Abby~
"A different story through each glass." Our lives amount to pictures in a window, or on a wall. And it is, I suppose for that same reason, "too short to stay inside."
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What was Romania like?
ReplyDeletebeautiful aurora, i am sorry you lost your grandma. i hope all is well with you love.
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You write so well.
ReplyDeleteYou write snippets, leaving me wanting more.
I love your blog.
You write very well. That was beautiful!
ReplyDeletethis is...wow.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly are a beautiful soul.
ReplyDeleteheartbreaking...
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