Tuesday 30 June 2020



I have a broken home.
It's certainly not the nicest, the biggest, or the one with the best views.
It's got a hole on the ceiling, constant drought, and freezing cold.
And yet I can't be away for long.
It hurts me to see her lonely.

I have a broken home,
but the sweetest of them all.



Beauty and The Poor.

  It all started very innocently this morning, sunrise drive to the Tiergarten to inspect my new land. The builders haven't arrived yet ...