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A walk down the street.
Fragrances so sweet.
White cobblestones line the way.
Here is where I want to stay.
Away from the madding crowd.
A place where I can be proud.
This will be my home.
I don’t need a phone.
All I need is a soft bed
To lay down my weary head.
Fishermen’s cries will awake me
To begin my day by the sea.
Love ya!
Jane
Great description.
ever since I came across Hardy in my youth.
It struck me as saying a lot about a world of fools
and our need to find some privacy and headspace.