There’s a place where strangers become friends and friends become family. A place where depths are plumbed and addiction revealed>relieved>released. Where cuts bleed out and wounds are treated. Healing happens in this place – but it is hospital for the soul and it is slow. Drama is in the living – the day to day to day…… even today. Something happens in this place…. it is mystical and practical, naturally supernatural. Warmth exudes from wood of the place – as though a fire burns within its very walls…. warming, soothing, comforting…. and yet, dross never stood a chance. The old is gone the new has come. Life>Death>Rebirth. How like a seed. This place is rich soil for such a thing. Perhaps not surprisingly we call it Brown.
Brown is forgotten. Ignored. But deep. So very
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down to the heart of it all where families are made.
This place called Brown.
Read what these people say – they live it:
