Sometimes when I am weary I feel ready to be settled. I long for my own Victorian home & my Chesterfield sofa, china cabinets full of books and a sense of permanence. I wish to give up the struggle and find myself safely on the other side. When I am weary I feel ready to be bound to the earth by my possessions, by my life, and by my death.
January 31, 2013
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