Fiorella is sooooo bored! She's taped and re-taped her paper Halloween pumpkins on her front window, tried (and failed) to get an appointment with her doctor's office, then couldn't find something worthwhile on TV. Even Hercule Poirot is getting old, old, old.
You might suggest that Fio get in touch with her brother, but she called him last night and we had a nice talk, and your girl doesn't want to overuse him.
What your girl would really like to do is visit with her friends....but the only ones she seems to have are in Vermont and England. What a change from her former life, when she was usually at the head of the tribe.
Ah, well....time marches on and maybe tomorrow will be better.
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Deutsch is the language
Deutschland is the country
Deutschstunde is the schoolclass
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This may be an observasion Fio has posted before:
I watched a laughing child in years gone by
Below my window gather bits of Spring
Arbutus whiter than the moon could cry
The joyous news of life's awakening
The child would touch the vine about my door
And just as quick, it shed it's coat of frost
Her feat had scarcely trod the forest floor
Before the winter's hard campaign was lost
The seasons roll themselves up into years
As springtime swiftly burns itself to fall
A woman clothed in black appears
And walks the dying world within my wall
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