Saturday, April 14, 2018

Thirty Summers # 125 Claine Keily

Time now to enjoy breathing. There is the scent of uncouth lemons in the kitchen. With her mother's anklets made of shattered glass about her feet, she walks barefoot through the paddocks and the forest to tend the horses and the birds. She watches the earthworms burrow, then sleeps nearby on a rack of a bed in her tiny home.
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  1. Kit KelenApril 15, 2018 at 11:16 AM

    you gotta tiny house?

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    1. Claine KeilyApril 15, 2018 at 12:36 PM

      Yes it is very small but the owner before me enclosed parts of the deck and made it a bit bigger. I have never needed much space.

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