Saturday, January 23, 2016

red brick memories

Rue Legare
Lohbado's sunglasses increased the saturation of the red brick. He remembered the brick wall of grandfather Woodlot's house one afternoon, when he was about five years old, playing outside the wall. He suddenly noticed the red brick, as if for the first time. It's an image that stayed with him, surfacing from time to time. There was nothing to analyze. A brick is a brick. He loved fiery hot sensation of red and the way bricks fit together to form a wall.

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