haileekreutzer
this move had left me feeling estranged from the rest of the world. i felt alone in this new home, if one could call it that. the only thing that could keep me feeling sane was the typewriter that i had found when i was seventeen at a thrift store for $1.29. to this day, it is still a little piece of home.
i was walking in the woods one day. i was hardly distracted by the nature itself when i looked down and saw not one, but two beavers. it had seemed that together they were working to build a hut made out of sticks. it was lovely, i thought, that they could work together in building a home.