The joy of sensing and playing
(Thank you for making this grand vision come to life)
The importance of light
(Thank you for the garden)
The comfort of a clean towel
and the warmth of deep conversations, a cup of coffee and a fire
(Thank you dear Gardener and Spreading Fire)
(and a warm thank you to Timer and Flow)
The Housekeeper
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