The Cottage of Dreams
The little white cottage stood at the end of a quiet lane, tucked away behind a picket fence lined with blooming roses. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden rays onto the porch where a set of white rocking chairs waited for their occupants. Everything about the house felt warm and inviting, as if it had been built not just to shelter, but to comfort.
For years, it had belonged to an artist named Margaret. She had moved there decades ago, leaving behind the noise of the city in favor of a slower, more peaceful life. She filled the house with paintings—sunsets, gardens, the ocean at dawn. Her inspiration was drawn from the world around her, but the real masterpiece was the home itself.
Every morning, she would sit by the window with a cup of tea, gazing at the flowers swaying gently in the breeze. She believed that every place had a soul, and this cottage had one of the purest. Friends and strangers alike would visit, drawn in by its charm, by the stories hidden in every carefully placed detail.
Now, though Margaret was long gone, the house remained. Its walls held echoes of laughter, its garden bloomed as beautifully as ever. And sometimes, if you listened closely, you could still hear the soft scratching of a paintbrush against canvas, as if the cottage itself had learned how to dream.
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