For the longest time, there was a pile, a very high pile of  ‘stuff’ my Aunt accumulated that extended the long length of a fence line. Tarps, boards, garbage and hoarded stuff rose upward and crested the top of the eight foot high fence. That long pile of stuff is gone. Now light reaches the plank boards of the fence and beautiful bushes on the other side reach for the new found light.

Seeking The Light
Seeking The Light Too