Essay on coming home
Wild clay was foraged from the river just outside my home, thrown into the shape of a bell and hung back where the clay came from. When I return home over the river, I hear it ring soflty. Bell is still there at 26/06/2026.
Essay on coming home
Wild clay was foraged from the river just outside my home, thrown into the shape of a bell and hung back where the clay came from. When I return home over the river, I hear it ring soflty. Bell is still there at 26/06/2026.