Some day I want to live a life in which I won’t have to choose between the tree and the home. I want space; I want to let it grow fallow and then wild as it is reseeded by the wind and the wildlife. I want to bring other writers to this space, to fill my home with those who love the woods and the words as much as I do.
I’m content where I am at, for now. But that great calm is calling me, some days more loudly than others.
Elizabeth Joy Levinson 
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