Ira Rabois
I live on a hillside in an old apple orchard where it is quiet yet rich with animals, colors, wind and rain, and at night, stars. When I returned from long, noisy, demanding days at school, my home on Spruce Hill comforted me. We all need a home inside ourselves where we can go when we're trying to find just the right words to say or right actions to take. So, this is my purpose, here—to cultivate such a home for myself and for others.
