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The flicking fire in the hearth pops and cracks a wispy smile while its embers send their warmth into the stone house for a long while. The chimney curls with silky smoke that snugly signals a cozy place. The walls are paneled with old thick oak to safely hold us in wood’s embrace. This warm retreat’s stout red door is made and unlocked by my inner eye. Its stone foundation and sturdy floor are crafted well for brittle times. Pull up a chair and join me here in this secret safest place of all — it’s in each of us, in constance near: Take some rest in your heart’s great hall.
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Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 6:36 AM UTC
The inner hall
The flicking fire in the hearth pops and cracks a wispy smile while its embers send their warmth into the stone house for a long while. The chimney curls with silky smoke that snugly signals a cozy place. The walls are paneled with old thick oak to safely hold us in wood’s embrace. This warm retreat’s stout red door is made and unlocked by my inner eye. Its stone foundation and sturdy floor are crafted well for brittle times. Pull up a chair and join me here in this secret safest place of all — it’s in each of us, in constance near: Take some rest in your heart’s great hall.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 6:36 AM UTC
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