I had one last little reassuring thought about the kind
words of my GP back in England the way she explained to me why it was necessary
that every day I got out of the flat and went for a walk or a run. It was
almost 2 years ago.
I took a deep breath as I turned the key in the door and
felt that little shivering memory popping up from the past when I did the same
in London.
The temperature is below zero and The Garden is taking a
deep breath under its frozen beauty as the sun shines through its branches
having touched all of them many times before, a secret lover.
As I looked towards the crossroad which leads to Breda
Castle the landscape looked like a giant three dimensional white lace
masterpiece with some red rosehip beading here and there.
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