Just before the dawn of morning, when sleep is at its peak. When time is at a standstill, and the breath of the new day is just around the trees and banks of moments past, when time becomes a memory, and the ones who’ve been moved and placed in ancient homes to begin their lives anew, from this, we can pull much tighter in, and cover us warmly, and sleep, sleep, sleep.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Marla Bolton
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