"How, then, could I have a furnished house? I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground." H. D. Thoreau She looked like one of those houses with walled-up doors, forgotten in the lonely landscape. The cracks in her limbs grew wider and wider until the walls slowly crumbled away. Then Giuliana became a leaf. She had a stem and she had sap. And the wild nature took over, expressing herself and nothing else besides her.