Tuesday, March 2, 2010

A Room of One's Own ~

From Alaskan In The Hinterlands

Something fine and kind resonates here that everyone feels.

There was plenty of room for all in this tiny, crowded house. Room for friends and strangers who became friends. Family, both nuclear and satellite.

Even when the place was brimming with the kind of unwashed frustration or hardship that left its occupants drained, nearly broken, others found those realities uniquely vibrant and wanted to be near. A part of it in some way.

They keep coming back, sorry now, that its mistress is gone. Proud to have known her.

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