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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Innocence. @ 6:18 PM

A soldier's little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was sitting at the airport among her family's meager belongings.

The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags.

A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head. "Poor child," she said. "You haven't got a home."

The child looked up in surprise. "But we do have a home," she said. "We just don't have a house to put it in."

memories
in cold decay.