I have fallen so deeply in love with old houses and museums and libraries. Greek Mythology and writing and art. Oil paintings and watercolours.
And what wonderful things to love. What wonderful things to have the honour or surrounding yourself with. Piano playing in the evenings with the fire on and half knitted rows scattered on the sofa. Notebooks full of intentions and poems and fairy tales. Weekends at the old bookstore and old houses. Deer running in the parklands. Moats. Mist over the meadow. Hidden paths in forests. I am always seeking the magic in this world and I shall be forever more.
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