Monday, August 14, 2006

Stage one


House was ripped apart. Well the at least the garage was. Eerie really, like a tornado had gutted it. All day the pounding and ripping of wood – pounding and prying of nails. The Sawing, power sawing.. Grinding hacking noise of slow deliberate destruction. Our home, my new adopted home … wounded. It’s a very disturbing and renewing feeling.

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