Sunday, February 12, 2012
mama's mansion
Early February, drowsiness sets in, the mind becomes transparent, Lohbado thought about his dear old mother who died in 1981. She used to say, in her mother's mansion there are many rooms. While having coffee, Lohbado gazed out the window at the old textile factory and its many windows.
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