The Blue House

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(68 68 68 1)>Very clearly in memory I see the girl I was at fourteen beautiful and determined leaving the blue house where she had grown up.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(68 68 68 1)>I see myself in the back of a truck perched atop a pile of cordwood. The two men inside the truck transporting the wood to be sold in a distant village show no concern for any danger I might face traveling over bumpy roads balanced on those heavy logs. As we head down the long driveway the girl I was looks back at her home for the last time.</span></p>