Whidbey Island 2
My heart is a wooden room, an
open octagon with cushions on the oak floors. It is rooted in the earth and
rises from it. It is connected to the ocean in front and to the mountains behind. It is organic
and breathes. Love lives here in the midst of sorrow.
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