I yearn for a quiet life.
A peaceful cottage.
Grazing cows and sheep.
The scent of fresh cinnamon rolls
Baking in the oven.
Green fields, vast blue skies.
A library full of books
With nooks and crannies,
Teeming with secrets
Waiting to be revealed.
A grove full of tall oaks
Perfect for reclining to
Read, write, or nap.
Gardens with mazes
And sunflowers so tall
They tower over your head.
Dark roast coffee, peppermint tea,
Fresh water, and hot cocoa.
A fire for cold winter nights
And a fresh spring for
Hot summer afternoons.
I yearn for a quiet life.



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