My work place

it has the hint of burnt wood, windows wide open invite the scent of the ground after a shower of rain… the curtains smell like white vanilla, and white vanilla-scented candles feel like a gentle hug for my brain. Next to the pen and paper, there is a freshly brewed cup of coffee… it’s there to reassure me… there is a hug for my inner self in every sip…

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