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On the other side of the home was a garden to die for. Every type of herb, vegetable, and flower ones heart could desire was growing here. Being a lover of summer gardens and roses, I couldn't help but wish and click my vintage heels together in hopes that this magnificent garden would be mine ( a girl can dream right?).
After spending a few hours in the village each day, I would peacefully walk out, but not before stopping here. This is The New School Church. I would peak through the whitewash windows, imagining all the towns people gathered praying, planning, and learning.
Have a wonderful and peaceful day,
1 Pretty Thoughts:
just beautiful...I love the porch
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