Through my open study door, I can see the corridor.
The cats, Geronimo, and Tabby Cat pass by,
independent, yet needy,
they choose to occupy my territory.
The corridor leads in and out,
the smaller exit perhaps,
leading to other possibilities.
Through my open study door, I can see the corridor.
The cats, Geronimo, and Tabby Cat pass by,
independent, yet needy,
they choose to occupy my territory.
The corridor leads in and out,
the smaller exit perhaps,
leading to other possibilities.
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I remember this corridor, it leads into the older part of the house….
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Yes, that’s right Rich, the corridor would seem to have another kind of traffic, but it also leads out, through the garage and into the world.
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Ooooh, a lovely gem you’ve crafted here. I admire how you create such a rich world in so few words. No “perhaps” in my mind (although I love the poetic questioning :)) that the smaller exit-in your home, in our souls- leads to other possibilities. Avanti! Thank you, lovely. Xxo
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Thank you ST, you always know what I mean x
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our
transitional
spaces
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fluid dimensions
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