If I had to dream of somewhere to live, it would be someplace with a view like this, with a table like this, with a cup of coffee like this. It wouldn't matter if I did my hair or if I wore sweats. All that would matter would be the beauty of the sunrise on the mountains as I looked over the view. All that would matter is the solemn stillness.
If I could dream, that's what I'd choose.
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