I have a room that is in between the two bedrooms. It is my cave. I have all my crafts in there, some horse tack, and my desk. Also a loveseat, a bookcase and my wall has my special photos and painting on them. I can sit at my desk and look outside my window, and see my garden, and the beautiful pergola of grapes, and the fence line of trumpet vines. I have a tart warmer that is filled with my latest whim. I am about to pull up the old shag carpeting and let the old wood floor breath once again.
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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