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Even with eyes at rest I can tell that my homestead is bathed in summertime, for the aroma of the flowers dances in the air as it were an evermore stage.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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In the new light of the day my homestead is illuminated to a more brilliant glow than I've ever seen before. Perhaps this is a day of dreams seeping into reality.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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Our homestead keeps our hearts and souls steady every bit as much as it keeps us safe and warm.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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My homestead is the teddy bear of my emotions, for my home feels as a warm hug, as if those walls are my embrace and my protection.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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My homestead is my sanctuary, my quiet place, my sanity recharger, plugging me in to what really matters and why my struggle is worth fighting for every day.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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My homestead in the wintry days is snow white from rooftop to doorstep.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.