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Post traumatic stress disorder

March 15, 2009 · 1 Comment

tiles

My father fought in the Algerian war. When I look at the tiles in my bathroom, I always think of him. Whoever repaired those tiles couldn’t see the wood for the trees… or the tiles for the pattern. I wonder what he/she was thinking at the time. That’s my son, Dylan.

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