Love Letter to a Home that Never was

The warm sun on my skin, the stillness of an evening When the light's just right, from my balcony Your rustling grasses, your papery leaves The thick dense bark, the shiny bark-free Following the line of often invisible watercourses, the stands of trees Ochre stoned ground, cascading hills The twist of a mountain road, the... Continue Reading →


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