Text and Photo: Madame Guignol
As my mother cleaned up the room I watched the street behind the lattice window. "Summer is coming You see, daughter ..."
And I looked in every corner from the angle that I left the hinges and sill with a single desire. "Where ... Mom?
At that very moment as if it had been tested from long ago, one swallow spent almost touching the face.
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