SPIROMETRY TEST I walked by a house, one day. Its windows were never opened. Even so, its insides were quite visible; everything on display. Its living space seemed all too perfect and not surprising to me. But for one quaint second, a face appeared. It drank on its captured viewer and spoke with disheveled eyes. I am a lover of houses. Each one has a heart to be changed or tailored. Do keep the curtains drawn, however... that way not all can see. But I am a lover of houses. They breathe their soul to me. 2013 © by Lynn Adsila Winterstorm Hill Allen-Cobb All Rights Reserved
Posted on: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 16:37:34 +0000
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