It's three hours until sunlight will break horizon's edge. My campfire spits and ... CONTINUED

you asked for sunflowers. a splash of color for your white-washed room. cut fresh from the ... CONTINUED

the sun slips minute by minute beneath a line of firs leaving rust to burn the edges of ... CONTINUED

Another sleepless night. I soundlessly pace downstairs, the oaken floor hard beneath my ... CONTINUED

On my first day they asked me to empty the second hearse filled with flower arrangements. Most ... CONTINUED

Two hours before dawn. All is still. Through an open window the night sky glitters with ten ... CONTINUED

Lavender-scented oil on the bedside table in a bottle reminiscent of communion wine. And each ... CONTINUED