futurebird's Diaryland Diary
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low rising tree covered hills
my grandmother on my father's side grew up in this town, I took the photo from the bridge
I never noticed it until now, but, beyond hamerschlag and that terrible turret, from my window I can see, low, rising, tree-covered hills. Just like the ones in the small towns where my mother and father grew up. And now I�m full of memories of staying at grandmother's house. A wasteland of cleanliness: churches on every corner (the bells were deffening.) What a helll that was.
The morning is soft, pink and peach apologetic for ending my sleep.
11:45:41 - 2000-12-04
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