The road towards my fall tree is long and has many fallen automn leaves on the - for the moment still - green grass.
The road seems long toward telling my war story, one day of my life when I was ten,
This morning so many other things come out! but telling all the leaves and roads could make the story less strong, less accessible.
One day, I will have to tell more of it, answer the Whys and Hows too, and add some other episodes. I have to let it grow for now, then I will see. What to put in and what to let out.
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