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My glass house (part 6)

The days following the apparition of the green light, Him and I spent more and more time together… I made sure not to go knocking at his door unless the light was on, inviting me to do so. I couldn’t say for sure, because I never caught Him in action, but I was pretty sure…… Continue reading My glass house (part 6)

Canada · Denmark · Me myself and I

Waiting for the mailman…

Looking out the window, febrile as a child. I have an envelope on its way from Denmark, and that is always exciting. Like yesterday and the day before, I wait in the living room until I hear the mailman’s vehicule getting parked in front of my apartment for our street’s daily delivery. It seems he…… Continue reading Waiting for the mailman…