| Our landlord and good friend, Zephyr, recently built a magical hobbit house cottage. The structure has rounded walls, natural Kiawe wood posts in the corners, quaint windows, and a slate shake roof. I used to sleep in my art studio and climb up a ladder to my bedroom loft every night. Now, I walk outside my art studio, past the banana grove, and over to the hillside by the stream. I open the hobbit house door, and step into the sound of peace, remembering that it's always possible to invite new realities into our life. |
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