Monday, December 31, 2007
Visiting My Dead Grandmother's Cottage With My Father In The Forests Of Lithuania: 1966 Comments
Rating: ★3.3
Visiting her cottage I remember ripe ears of corn,
drawers full of bent knives, mouldy crusts of pumpernickel bread,
high shelves of hoary berry jams, curtains threadbare and torn,
and an axe brighter than the cracks in the wall near a bed
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7/20/2025 3:18:43 PM # 1.0.0
Great recollection, very descriptive!