Farm living

Moving from postcard to postcard. Mouth pried wide, inhaling air untouched by hands. I’m a long way from the heatwave of NY, where my lungs hung heavy in thickness. Water runs clear here. No beat, or pulse. But that of life itself.

 

 

 

 

10 thoughts on “Farm living

      1. I’m told there’s a sound machine that has “NYC” as a white noise option. Not just “city” but NYC. Perhaps you can google around, find the vendor and have it over-nighted? Or, perhaps not.

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