Such a thought provoking picture...when I cross through, I am heading for a tiny crooked cottage with a white picket fence that hems in the colorful Michaelmas daisies all around. I can smell the coffee and gingerbread as the gray chimney smoke dances across the roof shingles. A low light in the window beckons haste as the black cat stretches in the doorway...
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