Come join me at the end of my garden, where a little summer house sits, hidden amongst the trees and flowers.

We'll share a pot of tea and a plate of macaroons, while the bees and the butterflies flit and flutter from bloom to bloom, and the birds sing in the branches overhead. A lazy cat sits on a cushion, asleep in the sun, and a heady perfume lingers in the air.

My summer house is a magical place, where stories grow and characters come to life...

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