Sunday, August 13, 2006

137 of 210 : Henry

We lived in Henry’s house. Perched precariously on a shockingly steep hill on St. Croix, it overlooked the most beautiful tangle of trees and flora you could imagine. When it rained, our windows opened to a world standing between life and death. Living in Henry’s house was an incalculable gift.


At Saturday, August 19, 2006 5:11:00 PM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

mmmm. Would love to see it...

At Saturday, August 19, 2006 5:16:00 PM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

I'll see if I can't dig up a photo of it. It's been a loooooong time.


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