The right life is marked by simplicity.
Fresh baked bread.
Butter, cheese, pickles.
Blackberries gathered, eaten with cream.
Water, milk, and tea to drink.
Thinking, writing, walking, dreaming,
The warmth of sunshine and blankets
A glass of red
and the sound of guitars
into the night.
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