Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Door

When I was a child my bedroom door had a wood grain that reminded me of an asparagus stalk. I would stare at if while falling asleep. It would transform itself into a tree. I could travel into the tree pattern and go to another time. 

Sometimes it was the future, sometimes the past. Sometimes it was just another place in my time but I wasn't always myself. I loved that door.

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