Bliss hides quietly behind the loveliest, littlest things. A
day spent in solitude. An overflowing
bowl of citrus. Candles in the evening and pots of tea all day long. Crisp
linen and slouchy jeans. A crackly radio. A wilting rose. Mushrooms frying in
hot butter. Thoughts of you. And all of
those delicious, dreamy days ahead.
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