We're told this house is haunted. I notice the doors, so many, so open. She is allowed to move freely through the many connected private spaces. The movement flows like the eddies and currents of a raging river.
How does a home hold its contents, both tangible and intangible? Like the heart, there is a sense of emotions unfelt, unrecognized, unburdened. Within all walls are secrets, but never silence. It's a familiar space, this voluntary fortress.
~ Maya Gingery email@example.com dance artist, musician, educator
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