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15 · HOME · COMFORT

My Home

— Inking Souls

I long to be a child again, to dream of neat little houses, a seat beside the fireplace, watching soft rain drizzle down the windowpane. A rocking chair in the living room, and a naïve painting of a flower vase hanging quietly on the wall. The scent of cinnamon and cardamom rising, filling the house and heart. A quiet cat for company, lazy mornings, surreal evenings. Oh my, what a home! What a blessing. — Inking Souls. Hand-drawn black-pen caricatures of a smiling pumpkin slice, three carrots and a resting cat on cream paper.