The house is empty, nobody around and yet there is furniture. Our hous was most of the time empty. I was there, playing with toys, like the dolls were my brother or sister. And yet the house was empty, not a soul around me... Just books, a doll or two, the barbies in a little home Funny, or not, more like a sad story The house at this moment is again empty. You know, it is a habit, it became a habit, and suddenly I realize In this present, the house is again empty, a freedom and also a burden... I wish it was 40 years ago a full house, so it would be right now again a FULL HOUSE!
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Veronique Beauprez