THE HOUSE AT THE EDGE OF THE FOREST
It sat at the edge of a forest, a squat, ordinary house made beautiful by love. Behind the house, just beyond the chicken coop and the vegetable garden, a thick carpet of pine needles nudged the fence, an introduction of sorts to the forest itself.
Step into the forest, and sound softens and elongates, like toffee, until you get to an area of white sand and absolute silence. I thought it was the centre of the
