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Pseudonym · 26-30, M
I think I know the sort of place you're looking for... thatched roof, oaken floors, vines creeping up trellessed walls. Flower beds bloom beneath the pigmy windows, a drive of shingle merges with a dusty road. Standing proud; a rusting, blue pickup. Follow the ramshackle fence to the chickens in the coop. Step in through the creaking door, paintings of glorious landscapes and deepest eyes adorn the passage, all around, your battered books lay strewn. Well read, but musky with the wisdom of ages. And there, against a ray of sun pearing through the pane, sits your mum, a smile on her face. From the cosmic time eternal, you find your slice of heaven; lord knows, you deserve it.
I was just thinking of you.. now I'm glad I dared wonder if you too, had found your way here. 😌
I was just thinking of you.. now I'm glad I dared wonder if you too, had found your way here. 😌