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Dreamed of this beautiful house in the countryside. With short trees, and long green grasses. Cold and light. It was beautiful land. The house was cream and dark wood on the inside. It was old, so old. It held old life in it. It had beautifully carved wood. It was an old english style. Like from pride and prejudice. Small, but large for us. Me, my godbrother and godsister are in the house. She is trying to help me into coaxing him into eating some potato to get him well. he hands me a baby and agrees to eat the potato. We all giggle and I look down at my babe. So strange that peace. Another world entirely from the one I know.