When all you really need is a place of peace. This little house makes me feel serenity. A place that allows me to know how grand I am in peaceful silence, but oh how small I am as opposed to the mountaintops. The running water, spirit filled bliss. My mother, a ghost across the stream, kneeled down by her grave. She may be far off, but she is nearby. I have everything I have always needed at this cabin in the middle of nowhere, but my imagination.
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