Squandrous

I could live here. Forever. Here, I could have a little garden and grow my own food, and maybe have a few piglets and a cow and goat and even a few chickens to keep me company.

I could live here. Forever. Here, I could spend my evenings outside the barn on a large wooden table that I made myself and sip tea and watch the wind whip through the trees and read excellent books and then rake up the leaves and jump in before going back inside to crawl under the covers near my fireplace.

I could live here. Forever. Here, I could be me, be who I want to be, and surround myself with people I love, with people who like me for who I am.

I could live here. Forever. Here, I could be happy. Could you?

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