Carry me home in an oxcart
Crying mad “Is there more, is there more?”
Tolling the bells resolutely
Waiting for people who won’t come anymore— 121 more words
7 months, 3 weeks ago
And I don’t mean ENVIRONMENT in caps. I mean the space around you.
My dad was an architect. He pointed something out to me years ago; I have observed many places and think he’s absolutely right. 423 more words
8 months ago