Reflections written from within the Castle— some left in plain sight, others reserved for those who choose to step inside.
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eleven under the canvas
He drew a straight walk to the greenhouse. His feet chose another, and twelve cut…
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a missing measure
The door to his lounge has begun to complain, and the carpenter’s pencil marks inside…
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the changing ridge
The western ridge had begun to change. From the game room window, I wondered how…
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built for this
From the terrace, the southern wall appears unremarkable. What lies beneath it took considerably more…
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shorter candlestick
Two brass candlesticks, one shorter than the other, and a story about a marriage that…
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good morning
Every morning the blanket slides to the right, and one pillow stays on the floor.…
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The remaining letters are kept below—
for those who choose to enter as Guests.
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