Minimilism

The idea of living absolutely bare-bones has always had a certain appeal to me. I remember my dad taking me with him to visit a friend of his once. The guy lived inside of an old grain bin that he had set up next to the woods along the river. He had set up a fire pit to cook on and a little cot along the wall. There were a table and an old oil lamp sitting on it with a rickety old chair to sit in. The guy wasn’t home but we hung around for a bit.  Continue reading “Minimilism”

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