The gray rain falls
on my thoroughly
English umbrella.
It is black.
I stand over three earthen holes.
they're gone...
I knew a person with a pink umbrella,
and parcels
and snow
I think.
He was Lucy's friend.
my little sister…
The magistrate is in attendance,
the justice of the peace.
speaking the law,
seeing truth.
Edmund always admired that man.
my little brother…
I see my golden bracelet,
my favorite bracelet.
A lion is engraved on it.
I'm not sure why.
It was a gift from Peter.
my older brother...
There is a puddle on the concrete,
and a castle is reflected.
It seems familiar,
but it can't be.
It must have been a dream.
a dream within a dream...