Ah, those bursts of creative energy that take flight through words.Here are the out lying layers of my wonderful four walls.
A lovely view from the left wing of my palatial hovel brings whimsy to my expressions but often makes me tire(d).
A neighborbood child took this photo of my view for me but left me and my trusty laptop out of the frame.I think he might have been blind.
And who could manage with out a room of one's own Ala Virginia Woolf. The off purple lends gravitas to my purple prose, as they say.