There are bits of family which defy description. I do not mean that metaphorically. They know you are trying and they will resist.


/wôˈtər, wŏtˈər/ wa·ter

Our green hill leads to a forest. Or runs under. Or our green forest turns brown over the hill. This forest fallen with trees where the hill meets its tall green guts. Where and how should we build our house? Our green hill runs under our forest.