If nothing appears here, something has gone wrong!
I remember looking at a picture of a farm when I was
a boy. It was an old photo I'd found in a box in my
grandparent's attic. It was cold and dusty and I knew
I really wasn't supposed to be there. And yet, in my
hand was another world. I fell into it and, ever so
briefly, I was warm and there were birds in the thick
summer air. The grass was lush beneath my feet. This
was another universe that had been sliced paper thin
there in my palm.