The Tree House

I had a friend who preferred her imagination to the dullness of life. She climbed into the trees and parted the leaves. She ran away and climbed up and away into her dreams. Only to descend from her tree house for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; whereupon finishing, she promptly climbed the ladder back into the […]

via The Tree House — malakhai jonezs

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