As important to me as my dream house is my dream estate. The land and other structures that make up the whole picture are vital. I included a few pictures of sights I could definately wake up to each day.
I love the fenced in little garden area which then opens up into a field. Fields. I have this...urge? impulse? something that pulls at me whenever I am near a huge grassy field. I want to run through the field. I want to run fast through the tall grass and just run until I can't anymore and then just lay in the sun. Kind of odd, right? Especially if you know me you know that I hate to run. Really, I hate it. When I run, I look like a mix between a gazelle and a fairy ballerina. I am told that when just trotting over to something I actually hold my arms straight to my sides with my wrists bent up and out. For what, wind speed? Or to balance myself in case I just spontaneously fall over? (probably the latter) Who knows. So, I run only if I have to...that is, unless there is a lush field beckoning to me and I just cannot resist!Anyway......
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