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I want to remember everything: I know the sound of fleeting footsteps against the rough bare wooden floor. I know the softness of the flourishing silence surrounding the house like the unending porch. I know nothing but the tap-tapping of rain against our roof when nature starts humming and singing. How the morning sun breaks, bends, reaches out to touch the surface. I know the walls shaking with love, love, love. I know the small, beautiful things - the raw materials manufacturing our reality. I know how this house, built with soil and trees, breathes like an enormous greenhouse. I know that I am able to describe the moment stone by log by brick that is committed to my life.
is this the right place for this? for us?
P.S. We have bundles and bundles of delicious green beans....beans beans the more you eat....