Page 6 - just saying....
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the mountain
at three, a curl on top of my head
and a large white satin bow
anything was possible.
at the window watching the jagged mountain
as breakfast waited on a tray
with croissants, strawberry jam and café au lait,
I watched as a little train inched
it’s way around the narrow track
and disappeared car after car
all of a sudden reappearing on the next mountain.
I was creating magic.
when I closed my eyes
everything would disappear:
the mountain, the train, the jam and the croissants,
my mother? 
