In the simplest things, there is profound beauty—a shadow dancing with the curtain movement, a beam of light slipping through the chimney’s triangular opening, the first sip of morning coffee paired with figs gifted by new neighbors, now friends.
The scent of lavender, roses, and composting loquat leaves lingers in the air, mingling with the refreshing coolness of a water reservoir, a luxurious solace in the heat of high summer.
Daily rituals of watering and tending to a lush garden connect us to this land, while the house, loved and lived in, carries the memories of past lives, whispering stories of those who came before.
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