Bricks
November 11 — Bricks
The woman lived in a house made of bricks.
Red bricks. Solid bricks. Cemented together in thick lines.
She often sat by a window. Condensation fogging the glass, littles streams of water dripping down like tears. As if the house was crying.
As if the house emulated the woman’s grief of being alone.
Сайхан Бичээрэй!
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