Written by Emily Harstone | July 17, 2017
Photo by Daniil Silantev on Unsplash
The house stalks the unsuspecting boat.
Living off the grid, is living.
The life I will live soon.
The sunlight shines in the shadows.
The silence was thunderous to her.
She wanted solitude, it suffocated her.
Tarzan’s investments did phenominally this year
My country house is so goth.
Nestled in the trees almost hidden!
She said, “Get out.” I did.
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The house stalks the unsuspecting boat.
Living off the grid, is living.
The life I will live soon.
The sunlight shines in the shadows.
The silence was thunderous to her.
She wanted solitude, it suffocated her.
Tarzan’s investments did phenominally this year
My country house is so goth.
Nestled in the trees almost hidden!
She said, “Get out.” I did.