Dad's broken space heater. It was nice and gutted and just this empty frame when I saw it in his garage and asked him if I could have it. |
My escape, my little sanctuary; sentimentally named after the hideout that my father lovingly created for my sister and me out of the space under the stairs when we were wee (insert obligatory 'people under the stairs' reference here). "The Fox Den" As soon as I get out there I hook my phone up to my portable speaker (tunes) and light up a stick of Nag Champa (it's necessary)...
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