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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