‘Avatar of the human spirit’

Houses collect memories like creaks upon their stairs. Some happy, some dark, some unmentionable on a dare. 

Absorbing raw emotions like an atmospheric sponge. Hope, despair, or a murder weapon’s deadly plunge.  

The souls of the living seep deep into the four walls. A home personifies all residents, even when death calls.

Dwellings are just a vessel, a receptacle for lows and highs. An avatar of the human spirit, embodiment of our lives. 


About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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