Lately, I find myself fantasizing about a cottage by the sea. A perfect little desk where I could write, by a window with a sweeping view of a rocky cove and a small strip of sandy beach. The sky and the sea changing throughout the day, from calm to tumultuous. But me steady in my little retreat, with home-made bread and an endless supply of good coffee and a fire.
This is always the place I fantasize about when I want to retreat. I haven't found it, though the landscape is very much that of the west coast of home. Where do you fantasize about being? What would you do there? Do you go alone?
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