I go to the house, small and modest, cloaked in green-leathery leaves who bend so kindly to greet me. The soil, soft on my bare feet is a familiar kiss on the cheek. On the porch she sits golden under the glow of the sun, as if it were made solely to adorn her skin with warmth. Her introduction to my life was the ease of my soul.
A Very Fine House
A Very Fine House
A Very Fine House
I go to the house, small and modest, cloaked in green-leathery leaves who bend so kindly to greet me. The soil, soft on my bare feet is a familiar kiss on the cheek. On the porch she sits golden under the glow of the sun, as if it were made solely to adorn her skin with warmth. Her introduction to my life was the ease of my soul.