You may have to squeeze places until they yield something, anything. Anatole Broyard
I walk my land really just a yard well a yard plus one and a yard in the city at that not land as one would conjure in ones mind to hear say such a phrase but when I think of it and when I walk it I feel land this earth this dirt and gravel and sand and grass beneath my feet so precious so hard-fought so pleasurable and dear to me I can not help but feel my heart swell to bursting it seems and my mind swirl with delight and my feet those feet walking and touching and doing the hard work alongside these hands to form and mold and build this earth this land this yard plus one in the city into the best possible now it can be those feet these feet grow roots and sense the nutrients pulse from this dirt up into my veins
home.