dreaming on a monday

he stepped back into childhood like a warm bath. back to
the house and garden, the inside no longer brimming
with things that could or should be changed. a backdrop, then
to the memories which this time played outside,
stood by the in the garden, looking up, around, window to
window and across the old bricks.

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