Tina Bell Vance

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Dwelling

A round, almost comical cottage stands in an open field, its whitewashed walls topped with a dark, steep roof. A line of forks—rusty and mismatched—forms a fence around it, like sentinels guarding its peculiar charm. A small cross rises from the roof, suggesting sanctuary or something far stranger. The sky behind it churns with muted blues, where dreams mix with reality and create tales never meant for daylight.

Homes for Transitory Dreams — Dwelling

A round, almost comical cottage stands in an open field, its whitewashed walls topped with a dark, steep roof. A line of forks—rusty and mismatched—forms a fence around it, like sentinels guarding its peculiar charm. A small cross rises from the roof, suggesting sanctuary or something far stranger. The sky behind it churns with muted blues, where dreams mix with reality and create tales never meant for daylight.