He had been awake and playing with paper soldiers while in the front room of the same house where his grandmother lived and died.
Lost with and into the games since five o’clock in the morning, in itself told him that something was brewing // it was in the air and all of his nerve-endings were speaking / in fact, yelling // he ran to the front room where he could see the road that passed in front of the house // not that he liked the road // but it leads away / to his left, was the town and to the right, where the sun went down and from where he could see the earth’s size as it hid the sun’s light and he could see no limits // the truth / one day he will tell her the truth // he could see that the way his mother loved him was evil // evil in the way the priest explained evil is / but he also loved his mother very much // he also knew the priest was evil
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