By Maieshe Rosenbauer
It always amazes me how small the house is, yet how thoroughly entrapping. Go out, go forth only a short distance from it, only three or four stone’s-throws and you will find yourself free; yet stay inside, and in most parts, it is a struggle to keep from becoming scattered.
An open meadow is a fine place to sit, a fine place to rest. The sky is there, Father Sky and Mother Earth too. A fine place to sit, a fine place to rest.
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