The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

It's the multicolored lights and tree

I am entranced with the beauty of our home. All the reds, the wood, the flow, appeal. My eyes are delighted, my soul settles peacefully, my body stretches and luxuriates. I never thought I would live in such a lovely space.

No wonder my nightmare was of moving away, and not wanting to at all.

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