My Favorite Place - Ruth Turmenne
It was autumn. The day was breezy but quiet. I was up in my favorite place in the outdoors of my home - an oak with a stout, low branch that I could climb in and read a book. As I sat, the breeze blowing in my hair and whispering me thoughts, I didn't know if I could think of a better thing to do.
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