Thinking of an ideal place is hard to do. It exists only in one's head and is ever changing. Sometimes it's a small cottage in the woods with a lovely little garden. The warm afternoon sunlight spills through the trees. You can't see it but you can hear a brook babbling away somewhere. As you walk off the main road and onto the little cottage's pathway, you realize that the cottage isn't as small as you thought it to be. It's actually quite large. Its windows are lined with ivy that has been growing for decades. On the either side of the doorway a flower bed stands guard in a uniform fitted with an array of flowers. A plethora of butterflies dancing about the blossoms and bees buzzing and bumbling about, inspect the flowers beds. You could go inside the cottage if you like, or you could look around the cottage some more.

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