A little house alone in the landscape of Australia. There is no noise outside except the soft blowing of the wind. The house is one level, filled with natural light beaming from the sheer covered windows. The house is the perfect temperature. There is no stress or anything that will interfere with time. Every couch, bed and chair are perfectly plump-enough to fit you in just the right way. The house gives off a faint smell of flowers and clean linen. There is fresh fruit on the kitchen table, each bite a taste of the right amount of natural sweetness. The days are filled with leisure, but with no amount of exhaustion or dullness. Everything is just right, no dust visible, nothing out of place. Everything content and wholesome.
I wish i could always be there...
j.
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