our little house
12/06/2010hidden among the foothills of our dreams,
slightly tilted and surrounded by coca leaves and cloudless skies,
a circular, wooden table welcomes the morning sunlight
as warm honey water and fresh lemons wait patiently in handleless mugs.
three off-white curtains hang beside
three square windows,
framing the paintings of a world we cannot replicate.
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