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i want to do the 100 facts abt me bc i want to copy leo

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"Unpainted Door" - Louise Glück
          
          Finally, in middle age,
          I was tempted to return to childhood.
          
          The house was the same, but
          the door was different.
          Not red anymore— unpainted wood.
          The trees were the same: the oak, the copper beech.
          But the people— all the inhabitants of the past—
          were gone: lost, dead, moved away.
          The children from across the street
          old men and women.
          
          The sun was the same, the lawns
          parched brown in summer.
          But the present was full of strangers.
          
          And in some way it was all exactly right,
          exactly as I remembered: the house, the street,
          the prosperous village—
          
          Not to be reclaimed or re-entered
          but to legitimize
          silence and distance,
          distance of place, of time,
          bewildering accuracy of imagination and dream—
          
          I remember my childhood as a long wish to be elsewhere.
          This is the house; this must be
          the childhood I had in mind.