Someday I will have a garden, even if it is a balcony garden with lots of pretty ceramic pots and miniature hot-houses, and a pretty wrought iron table and comfy chairs. And I will have roses that smell of summer. (This rose is from the neighbour's garden, from last year.) Someday I will have a home of my own, not too big, but a space of tranquility and comfort, with lush fabrics and bright colors and cats.
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