On living at the end of the world
Early morning, spring sky. Back again, 10 floors up, I’m on my sofa in the rawness of my shabby, undecorated space, in the silent energy of my plants…
Early morning, spring sky. Back again, 10 floors up, I’m on my sofa in the rawness of my shabby, undecorated space, in the silent energy of my plants…
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