She had felt that something was missing for decades. She sought to fill the missing pieces with work of passion. To change the world in a way she couldn’t change this feeling of loss. Of Lost Children. her lost children. her sons. Childhoods she will not know. In a world gone mad she sought to be love and light. Stronger now she can fight but would rather not have to be constantly prepared for war.
She dreams of a reunion with her Lost Children. Has the world found her lost boys and surrounded them in warmth and love. Tears emptied under a wobbly shower head.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.