Take back the land the trees are saying…or so I am imagining. Now more a story than a hidey hole, one year the bow sprit will rise and the house will fall. But not today; in re telling the story the house becomes backdrop as the age of the story teller advances. Let the image speak of angles and site lines, implied foliage of summer, tree house of youth and weekend projects, of time and loss and shifting innocence, of the dreams that brought him here and the possibilities of renewal.
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