Tuesday, November 12, 2013

pretty little things

I was seated wrapped in the armchair, slowly sinking into its softness, with the front door only slightly ajar just so the cats can walk in and out of the house freely. Softly sighed the evening breeze moving gentle into the house caressing strands of my hair ever so tenderly. That earthy scent which accompanied the rain lingered, causing a feeling of calm and peacefulness to wash over me.

What an evening to enjoy a good book, I thought, smiling to myself.

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