The start

Oh, so long ago there was a moment I remembered wondering if now was the time that I would be allowed out. These little walls, thin as wood can be, offer no view of the light but they are the light. I am the light in this small space, this small shed, this smallness. This nothing

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Vews from the Shed

Sometime I sit in this simplified space and I am devastated by the lack of positive personal confirmation available to me on the so-called social networks, nonetheless I keep my chin up.