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You have a while? It's weird. It's odd. It's like there's nothing to explain, but at the same time loads of thing come out of my mind as part of an indecision. And let's face it, indecision makes us who we are right now. We don't have a clue of the world and decisions seem to be a tough deal as we have lost some kind of path we had been walking on.
The first one was my sister's. It was clean, tidy. The one in the middle was mine. I think I've always liked to feel protected. The final one was my brother's, all messy. The silos were our houses during the holidays. We would spend our entire days making as if we were adults with their own homes, their own responsibilities, their own worlds. Worlds apart... and near at the same time. Very close, but not too much to get emotionally attached.
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