it is a simple thing.

we hope for independance, privacy.

so we google, ask advice and listen.

take our time, let the thought wander,

heal ourselves.

we can even mend the typewriter,

gifted by a friend, now there is a lovely


soap cleans the ink away; the wind will

blow the water, dry the chimney,

clear the floors.

we have kept the old ribbon,

in a box.