A Morning Reflection from the Garden Gate You know how some mornings just hit different? Like, the sun isn't just rising; it's practically putting on a show, painting the sky with these incredible hues of soft rose and glowing gold. I was out in my own little patch of green just the other day, coffee in hand, still half asleep, watching the light filter through the old wrought iron gate at the back. This gate, it's a real charmer, covered in ivy and years of stories, with these fantastic, intricate swirls that have probably been there for a century or more. They catch the light in such a way, ...
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