Close your eyes and imagine a place:<\/p>\n
Always spiral stairs from the entrance- an oak wooden door<\/p>\n
Accessed from a hilltop, but the building is ethereal<\/p>\n
So as not to ruin the landscape.<\/p>\n
No one else can come here; they do not know the way.<\/p>\n
Inside is solitude, but always a happy place;<\/p>\n
It knows that I need to be alone<\/p>\n
To find peace with myself again.<\/p>\n
It is always light, with the light of early morning\/early spring<\/p>\n
Seeping in through the windows<\/p>\n
And casting angular rays, in which I always stand, or sit.<\/p>\n
It is warm, but fresh.<\/p>\n
It is small but has everything I need:<\/p>\n
A comfy chaise lounge, upon which I can be restful, if needed<\/p>\n
But can also be bright and awake.<\/p>\n
I can look at my life from the correct angle.<\/p>\n
There is even a television; I can play videos back to myself,<\/p>\n
Decipher what needs to change- make it melt away.<\/p>\n
Then play it the right way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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