January 19, 2018
By Anonymous

    On a quiet, windy road, there lies a small, blue house. This is my place of security and serenity, a place of peace. The road peaks in a hill leading up to it, and one’s heart fills with relief once it is within sight. It is like a sacred temple in some far away kingdom, waiting to be discovered. The sun rises behind the house, cloaking the whole home in heavenly light. This kind house beckons me forward, into its expanses of rest and relaxation. Such a house allows one to heal, mentally, from the troubles of life and worldly problems. My sacred house, my place of peace, will always provide me with calm and comfort.

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