A Space for the Fence in the Trees
Almost hidden from view, I caught only a glimpse of it from the road; an old, weathered fence, aged and fading. But it was there, taking up space in its own unique way. Cracked and splintered, it shouted its age, worn down by time and wind and rain and snow. Rustic. And yet, itContinue Reading “A Space for the Fence in the Trees”