WHEN THIS WINDOW WAS A WINDMILL
Being ten years old meant many things, one of them
being the right to misunderstand what you saw : once
a recollection of a spacecraft landing on a roof, upon
later inspection, turned out to be two overlapping views
of two different street-lamps, some distance off,
superimposing themselves on the rooftop of
a nearby friend's housetop. How little did
I know?
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Not that much has changed - how little DO I know
is now the only operative alteration, and even that needs
some modification. They are tearing down yet another
grand home in another nearby town through which I
travel. One hundred and fifty year old fire-brick, and
all that old mortar, now just fallen apart by the power
of crane and shovel superimposing themselves
on another nearby rooftop. Or so to speak,
and as it is.
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