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The house that backs up to my yard and basically is the border of my yard, the one that the crooked contractor bought for $30k, then set fire to, and then went to prison for cheating all the post-2005 Federal Flood people, the one who transferred the house to his mother so they wouldn’t take it while he was in prison, but his mother died while he was in, and then he died when he got out. That house, which I offered his lady friend who inherited it but it was stuck in succession $20k for the burned-out shell just to raze it and get the eye sore out of my yard, but she sold it for $35k to a guy who lives in my neighborhood who is turning it into two apartments.

Well, that house is like a canvas in my mind and every day I try to imagine what I will do with that house, with the back of it now that someone else has bought it, because I own the back of it, I own it in the mere fact that it invades my yard, my landscape, my vista, and it causes me to think of ways to camouflage it. This solid mass of house that has no yard because it’s in, ahem, my yard.

Murals, trees, artifacts all vie in my imagination as screens between me and this hulking mass. And today, I think I have decided what will go on this wall. I intend to paint a giant, colorful, beautiful and exotic mermaid in a vast ocean landscape and underneath it will read:

Does the mermaid long for land?

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