Family House

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When you close your eyes and stay very still you can hear them, softly turning the leaves with their gentle wind. In the city it is lost; out-shouted by the urban sound scape emphasizing, distracting; thoughts buzzing like flies in the back of your head. Now there is room for musings and sentiments; memories of extended families having picnics on buttercup covered lawns and variations of the same face on which one can read the elementary emotions, triggered by the friction between the ones you didn’t get to choose.

Het Hek

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“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”  Miss Piggy

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