My Place

My place is a quiet room surrounded by trees. Wordless noises of leaves crackle under my
feet as I walk down the wooded path to a refuge we call the guest house. A small a-frame
building with enough space for a bed, a nightstand, a writing table, and a chair. A room of my
own where I can create and be re-created.

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