hi Lilly hi low

hi Lily … hi low

So lets begin at the time she opened the door first one way and then the another.

Its wooden beams shone bright in her sunlight

And across the boards of the floor a pull toy travelled from right to left

The boy had a deep fringe that held his ears up.

The mother had come home again,

always it is Sunday.

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