in black and white

hiding the color the woods stone small cabin on a hill where like a silent film no sound stirs only the wind. 1940's kitchen breathing country air chickens laying breakfast water waiting to be pumped from well. Oh life, how fast you've changed lungs breathing polluted air breakfast waiting at McDonald's water contaminated by greed.... Continue Reading →

Wake me

Wake me when each house is a home where beauty and love hold the door open and each window allows harmony of birds to sing away gloom from every room leaving nothing but a trail of hope.

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