Simple Living Dress

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She played an old acoustic guitar someone had given her years before, it was her constant companion. She'd sit for hours writing lyrics in a beat up old notebook and then set them to music - peace, harmony, love and lost love were her main themes. She made her own dresses from bits and pieces of clothes she cut apart, mostly found in thrift stores. She lived in a small place up in the hills surrounded by pine trees where she could sit on her deck and make jewelry or paint or read books or play her music. Incense and candles were always lit and she, herself, always wore the scent of fresh strawberries. She had an old car but rode her bike wherever she went until the rains came. She made all who visited her, and there were many, feel welcomed and embraced. Fresh bread and tea seem to appear from nowhere. She had a laugh like tinkling bells and a singing voice that many hoped would be recorded one day. She lived a simple life earning her money waitressing and selling her art and even some of the clothes she refashioned. On occasion she would sell her homemade bread and jars of jams at the local farmers market, selling out in the first hour. She did well for herself and she was by and large a happy woman except for the fact she was still waiting for love. She knew it would come to her one day though and so she remained ever hopeful.