Behind the old rusty door, a flight of stone stairs leads up to the walking path with little pebbles. Welcome to my secret garden, where the water is calm and the air is crisp. On one of those mild autumn afternoons with clear blue sky and light breezes, let's lay out white linen tablecloth under my favourite Golden Elm tree and serve freshly baked scones with Earl Grey tea.
2 left a petal:
Going cwazy?
Malaysianhunk: Ya, a little bit. :/
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