The pile of rags and clothing were next to the garbage cans in the alley. She decided to clean up the rags and throw them in the dumpster, but she felt something solid in them as she tried to lift the rages up – there were two children in the pile, who had made a nest in these rags.
Chanpheng
I gather my things and make this place my own. It’s not always where I want to be. But it’s a space I’ve made for myself. And somewhere I can create happiness. From time to time.
I pile my pillows around me, arrange the blankets in careful heaps, need to be surrounded by softness, to fall asleep in a little nest
I had the best nest. The rest tried to put it to the test. How messed up is that? A quest for the best.
The pile of rags and clothing were next to the garbage cans in the alley. She decided to clean up the rags and throw them in the dumpster, but she felt something solid in them as she tried to lift the rages up – there were two children in the pile, who had made a nest in these rags.
I gather my things and make this place my own. It’s not always where I want to be. But it’s a space I’ve made for myself. And somewhere I can create happiness. From time to time.