Houses
Houses. A hundred moments of my life wild wanton like me A moment in time. The red duvet on my
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Houses. A hundred moments of my life wild wanton like me A moment in time. The red duvet on my
It was a cavernous night, deep into winter, when I set out to fight the wolf. In summer, people forget
HellohowcanIhelpyou?Ifthere’ssomethingthatyouneed,restassuredthatIcan finditforyou.Steprightup,steprightup,comecloser,norequestoosmall,no productwecan’tfindforyou! Hello sir, please step closer, what can I find for you? Have you lost your true love
You fill the world with music. I tell you, be silent, and listen. The world is music. Close your
This week’s story is a slight diversion from the new norm, because the image isn’t by a friend of mine.
Hello loyal (and casual) readers! You have probably noticed a distinct lack of posts for the past two Mondays. I
I remember plants growing wild like weeds, green and yellow under the late summer sun. My fingers, still smooth and
Every Tuesday afternoon, she feeds the birds. Her routine is the same, every week. I am in place just a
I can’t get that song out of my head. You know the one. If you’re going to San Francisco, be
Yesterday, Mattie appeared on the wall. Right in the corner, where the joint meets the frame of the door. There