MOTHER OF PENTACLES
This week is work. Work that doesn’t work out and wants to be done.
MOTHER OF PENTACLES
What makes a home a home? Is it the soft brush of a shaggy rug under the balls of your feet? The skin that cracks between your fingers after washing too many dishes? The satisfaction of pulling that last speck of dust from that tiny corner crevice? Is it the eyes that light up when you walk in the door...