...a place apart


I like to think I can write my stuff just about anywhere, and I have, but here's where I do it best. A place apart but not away, out of traffic, with enough openings to smell baking bread in the kitchen or to glimpse a dear face passing by and say, "I love you."
 

I think she loves me too. Not only does she tell me so, but she bought this rug to cheer my space. The best part of any trip is coming home.

Henry's books.

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