Organically grown. conflict-free, warm wood, cool stone, seeds sown in liquid light on a Victorian row bear a custom home in the WholeFoods zone – groceries as status, but you had me at Atlas, location madness, just canvass the campus and pillage the village for produce and privilege, just you, your bike, a yoga mat and a rescued dog living high on the hog in absolute proof that you’ve bitten life’s fruit.
