Today my mum answered a call from my dad on our
HOUSE PHONE. I didn’t see what happened,
I could only hear what was said, but I imagine it to be something like this:
I often have to check what kind of ground is beneath my feet to determine whether I'm at home or not. The walls and ceiling are just too easily mistaken for someone-else's house. But the one think that can never be replicated is the exact pattern of cat-wee stains and scuff-marks on the floor that I call home.
I often have to check what kind of ground is beneath my feet to determine whether I'm at home or not. The walls and ceiling are just too easily mistaken for someone-else's house. But the one think that can never be replicated is the exact pattern of cat-wee stains and scuff-marks on the floor that I call home.
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