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As I awoke, I could hear the birds, and felt the crisp damp air against my skin. The sun had just peaked out and cast a glow on the garden. Was I in paradise?

How wonderful it would be, to have a garden, with fountains, swans and lakes. On sunny days I could pack a picnic and hide in the grassy hillside with my drawing pencils. Hide from the world, and into my world. Protected, and sheltered, I would thrive in my own fantasy. How wonderful if this could be true?