sitting by the window
fire crackling in the background
glass of cheap red wine in hand
wondering about times gone by
settled in a comfortable routine
boring but sensible
unexciting to the daredevil
safe play at its very best
quiet, quaint existence
personal haven in the bustling world
a place to call her own
no interference at all
sitting, staring, wondering
is there something she's missing?
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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