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vernociti · 3 years
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mentally, i’m in my cottage in europe, pressing flowers in a full, old journal, making homemade apple pie and feeling the light breeze of the wind through my wide, open window as i study french. the meowing of the cats and the bubbling of the brewing pot of coffee fill the atmosphere, and the joyful sound of kids’ laughs echo on the cobblestone street below. but physically, i’m still in my room attending classes and doing math homework.
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