Sometimes I Miss My Little House
In winter or summer,
it felt like I was hiding.
it felt like I was hiding.
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3 Comments:
it looks so cozy in the snow - a curl up and read and look out the window house. And in the summer... hey, wait a minute, is that a pool I spy in the background? very nice.
This picture makes me want to light a fire and make beef stew.
Unfortunately it's the neighbors' pool! But, it was a lovely place :-)
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