January 2012
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Floorboards
Papa lived there before he died. He lived there before it was torn down and replaced by a big square of bricks that could never be torn down, never torn apart.
Inside, the house was perpetually dark; not black, just dim. He lit the rooms with candles. In what I suppose now was the lounge room, Papa spent most of his days feeding the fire.
Papa wasn’t a rich man, though he had a good eye...