Hello beautiful human,
There is a quality of light in the house I currently live in that is hard to describe. It resists art on the walls, resists definition. It almost feels as though the light itself is listening…for us who live here, for visitors, for the next knock on the door. Or maybe it’s the house, and the light is just the visual manifestation of that sentience.
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