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Don't walk there says uncle, you know it says father, you don't want to sink into the **** We dare to go right up to the edge of the pit and shift our weight to feel the ground move The privy is at the back, against the house: a cubicle with a round peephole in the door, on a sump that Uncle Joe comes to empty Together with the dipper he does the pit, pails through the kitchen and hallway to the cart with the **** barrel And then we mop The building is too old to be connected to the sewer system and will be demolished but there is no other home for us yet, and until then it is just our home
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
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Don't walk there says uncle, you know it says father, you don't want to sink into the **** We dare to go right up to the edge of the pit and shift our weight to feel the ground move The privy is at the back, against the house: a cubicle with a round peephole in the door, on a sump that Uncle Joe comes to empty Together with the dipper he does the pit, pails through the kitchen and hallway to the cart with the **** barrel And then we mop The building is too old to be connected to the sewer system and will be demolished but there is no other home for us yet, and until then it is just our home
For Dory, Madelief and Florentin dK, and for Tom and Lotte W, about the house on the Market Square in Oirschot where Dory grew up Collection "Changing times"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
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