Itinerantdaughter's Blog

“This is what the inside of my mind looks like: it’s a skinny white room with wide-planked floors and four windows, one on each wall.  In the middle of the room is a nineteenth-century, elaborately carved double-pedestal desk, stained black.  It’s a real eyesore.  The room is in an old farmhouse, and the farmhouse sits in the middle of a great green field.  It’s so quiet there.  Inside the farmhouse, I stay so still I forget I exist.  I barely make a ripple.”

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