Let's Pretend

 Say you lived by the ocean ...

 ... and this was your front door, and your cup of tea.

And all your own things, in a little red house, 

with the people you love best.

 Close enough to the mountains to take the scenic route,

to your getaway in the woods,

on weekends.

Where you frequent the local cafe and farmer's market
of your postage-stamp town, and bake your own bread
- for autumn dinner parties.

A place that always smells of lavender and freshly-gathered herbs.

... And no one leaves the table till the wee hours, 

because it's all just so good.

... Say you slept by this fire at night.

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