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There is no place like home

By BiscuitPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Fresh linens embrace a well-made bed

A lingering aroma of freshly ground Columbia’s finest

Bay window slightly opened feeling the crisp morning air

A worthy read in one hand my mug in the other

Placing myself on the thick comfy pillows my bay window has to offer

Admiring the view of deep dark green blades of grass

Rock out-cropping’s, accompanied by lavish landscaping, complimented by a well-manicured lawn

A-top my bay window is an artistic scene out of “Alice in Wonderland” forged from stained glass

“My Looking Stained Glass” I call it just for fun...

“Good morning my love” my beautiful husband sitting next to me, says while kissing my hand

A brief moment in time

A blissful rewind

Eden and Heaven combined

A place, a feeling, a dream left behind

Some will seek but never find

Home to me is nothing less than finding Divinity within the Divine

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About the Creator

Biscuit

I am an artist, published author, professional wood worker and furniture maker. I run a jewelry store online which I make the items one of a kind from raw/rare crystals and stones. My husband and our 4 awesome fur babies and I live in N-AZ.

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