Honey Come Home

The RV, Honey, has been eternally placed onto the grounds of Lobo. She will never move again, the rats have seen to her crossed wires and stars. She is now one of the ghosts that haunt the place that was. She is so cozy inside, still feels like trips, travels and laughs could be made within. And they do. Honey drips from the combs, from the sunlight filtering in and over. A wrinkle in time, terabithia, an overwhelming and inspiring place to be, as if the waves of emotion and creativity reside there, they overcome ones self when their first foot reaches up to the inner hearth. A vast spread of land has been covered and marked on her treads, others will have to yearn for what could have been, for now honey has found her home, with me in Lobo.

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