We're heading to Hocking Hills for a weekend and while searching for rustic cabins I found this adorable little number. This is what my backyard is missing. A gypsy wagon is a nice little bohemian twist on the traditional guest house.
My head drifts, connecting dots on the ceiling with stars. Counting hair follicles and fancy shoe collections. I sigh heavily and suck in. Holding the breath through to a new age. Expecting a change in molecules, but I'm here. Again and still and forever. Floating unfinished.
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