All I ever wanted to own was a piece of land with a cabin on it. Little Me saw it so clearly: Adult Me, wearing a flowing skirt and rubber boots, standing alone on the small porch of unfinished wood, alone and content and squinting into the sunlight. Was it a vision or a fervent imagining?
For decades, I would choose creative fulfillment over a pay cheq…
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