Light doesn’t knock.Doesn’t announce itself.It just appears,like an old friendsomeone who used to live herebut has moved on.At least for a day. It stretches across…
Poet & Storyteller
Light doesn’t knock.Doesn’t announce itself.It just appears,like an old friendsomeone who used to live herebut has moved on.At least for a day. It stretches across…
I want to build a home with youa place pieced together of words,passed from you to me. Eventually, the walls will breathe,and they, too, will…