Rêverie Takes me somewhere else. Where an old woman sitting on a rocking chair next to the window. Pink, white, yellow, and red flowers spread outside. She sat there knitting for her grandchildren that she loved. And whilst she knit she recalled the memories of her youth. The forest she lived nearby as a child. The mockingbird sang on a branch outside her room. The seasons she passed with her husband. The rainy days she passed sitting on a white couch drinking tea with him. Now she is old already. A smile on her husband's lips when he passed away. She still lived there, the old cottage they bought together. Waiting for him to pick her up, a smile on his lips.
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