nancyfordephoto:
The house smiled a somewhat crooked smile. She had grown up there and it tried its best to welcome her. But hers had been a strange childhood. She put the car in reverse.
nancyfordephoto:
My longing stretches out before me. It is ironclad. It winds and bends. And becomes lost frequently.
nancyfordephoto:
She had buried her heart beneath the attic floorboard and fled. The house was caving in on itself.
nancyfordephoto:
The mill and the maple loved each other despite incongruities not of their own making and, frankly, beyond their control.
nancyfordephoto:
don't be afeard of my ramshackled heart
nancyfordephoto:
let's paint the town(ship) red II
nancyfordephoto:
i miss your carriage return
nancyfordephoto:
i miss you dialing me up
nancyfordephoto:
i miss how hot you made me