Thursday, October 25, 2012
my shack life and junk
Sometimes I need to step out of the digital concentration camp for a minute and feel something...too get away from one dimension into six...
When we moved into our shack I had a door. One door.
I found some junk. Now, there's almost five.
I can't seem to settle for letting things be what they are.
...and I can't go for "sterile"...or closed in.
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