The Beauty of A Garden




I slept last night on new Italian bed linens, 600 thread count, embroidered hems...an indulgence to be certain. White on white, scented with Rose linen spray. It seemed as if I was sleeping in a rose garden, not overpowering, very light. Discovered anew with each toss or turn. Sleep was sweet and sound. I very well could have dreamed I was in the beauty of the garden.
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