| How strange—this humble shop became my home, A refuge forged in kindness, soft and clear; Beneath these walls, where weary hearts may roam, A quiet art of care dissolves my fear. Each word exchanged—a tender hand to hold, Through storms of need and trials unforeseen, Their smiles forge treasure more than coins or gold, Adventure dwells within these moments keen. In being met with love's attentive glance, I find my joy—a voyage's sweet enhance.
Freya is the coolest! |