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Early years, part idyllic
Spent buried in books…
Curled up in a corner of my dad’s home office, book in hand, I entered the magical world of words. There, I found the sunny parts and the missing parts of my life; a world that made more sense. In this haiku, I share snippets of my early years… and I’m just being honest about the specific page numbers in my offline writings.
“Life is the childhood of our immortality.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Mystified by my childhood
Shrouded in secrets…
Some parts of my earliest years were shrouded in mystery. The inexplicable absence of certain details filled in by invented imagery.
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