I recently moved to a little beach town in New Zealand from a nice apartment in New York City. I had to escape the hustle, the bustle and the vain, lying, superficial people that I saw day to day. Everyone in this town was so down to earth, except it seemed for the vain, lying, … Continue reading The Beach Town
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I am a House
This tale is a response to Marisa – a Friend of a Friend I am a house. I used to be the best house in the neighbourhood. I had two bedrooms when the rest had one. I had electricity when the rest did not. I was surrounded by apple trees when the others only had … Continue reading I am a House