t.noble

I found an old jewellery box. Ornate in design, splintered in parts, with dust etched into the very soul of it. The trinkets inside...

Bury me beside an apple tree.  Take everything
you thought you knew and held dear,
your fancies and follies, and put me in the ground.  ...

Your garden was rich in colour, texture, tastes. It became precious; this rare and coveted earth. I ran you through my fingers and...