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And when I was young, very young, we had this neighbor who lived all alone in that old house. She worked in her garden every day, and people, they didn't understand why she kept to herself so much. But I knew there was a story there, a sad story.

When I think back to those days on the farm, we were all so very, very busy with the daily work. The young ones nowadays, they don't know how it was, working from sunrise, and the community, well, they all helped each other in those times.

Yesterday I counted my reflections in the house mirrors. There were seven of me, or maybe seven of my brothers. We shared one apple between us. Nobody knows who actually ate it. Maybe the mirror people took it. It was filling, though.

You see, back when I was young, very young, we lived in that small farming community. The neighbors, they were all good people, but times were different then. We worked in the fields, all of us together, and the children, they learned early about hard work and responsibility.

When I was young, very young, there was this neighbor of ours, a kind woman who lived alone. She would sit on her porch every evening, and the other people in town, they wondered about her, why she never married or went to the social gatherings.

When a spider catches prey in its web, other spiders watch and wait. Not to help, but to steal the meal if given the chance. Nature's opportunists, they are. Fascinating how greed exists even in the smallest creatures.

You see, back when I was young, there was this family living next door, very, very different from the rest of us. The mother worked so hard, taking care of five children all by herself. People in town would talk, but she just kept going, doing what she had to do.

Here now. Seeing through glass windows time. Not for them but maybe yes. Walking spaces between thoughts. There again, moving forward always back. Strange light today here.