Autumn's Embrace


In the heart of autumn, nestled among the vibrant tapestry of orange and gold leaves, stood a quaint white cottage with a red roof. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, whispering of a cozy fire within. The scent of fallen leaves danced in the breeze, carried down the path that led past a weathered wooden fence.
She pushed open the creaking gate, feeling the pull of nostalgia. Stepping onto the porch, she knocked gently. The door swung open, and there stood her grandmother, eyes twinkling, as if no time had passed at all.
“Welcome home,” she said softly.
Sophie smiled, knowing that in this serene sanctuary, some things never changed—like love, warmth, and the magic of autumn evenings.

Sophie, returning after years away, paused by the gate, memories flooding back. As a child, this cottage had been her refuge—her grandmother’s stories by the fire, the scent of cinnamon tea, the laughter that filled the rooms.


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