Home By the Sea...
called A Home By the Sea. In it there's an old woman, who's what I'd like to be. Sure her days are shortly numbered, and time has marred a face so fair, but the woman by the cottage has not a single care. A sea of blue surrounds her, yet she doesn't yearn to roam, because she's cozy and content beside her quiet little home. And you get a certain feeling as you gaze down from above, that her cottage is a place of comfort and love. Her home is very humble, but her home is very warm, and the walls seem thick and sturdy a refuge from the storm. It's surrounded by great trees who wear autumn's scarlet crown, and the woman sits beneath them as the sun flows gently down. She sits there so peacefully sewing in the shade, not a care or worry to trouble the maid. She's far removed from worry and strife, at peace with who she is and what she did with her life. And I can't help but wish that the lady was me, for she may have no wealth or beauty, but at least she's free.
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