10 months in a place, not much bigger than the last, but with the creek that rises and falls given the amount of rain that week, just a walk away from everyone, a practice in minimalism (maybe 1/15th of our books were able to actually live with us).
now a new chapter, isn’t it always new anyways? I certainly couldn’t tell you what will happen next, but I can tell you about every single textile we own, the painting from my late uncles professor in Oregon (granny always said it looked like yosemite, she was a visionary in the way that no one else could see it, but the emotion is there), I can tell you about the wall hanging that my great great great great aunt made as a way of defeating the temptation of over drinking in the cold long winter months of Finland, I can certainly tell you about the fish, how long do you have?
At any rate, thank you unit 2
how do you live in your space?
Nearly the end of January! Sending you love,
Marielle