Wind chimes were an understatement. The chimes decorated every opportunity of the house and yard. There was one huge set in the garden that she imagined sounded like huge bells. Inside, small ones hung in the doorways, copper and glass. The house smelled of something dried and herbal #Witches #WLW

She kept thinking about a house she'd never been inside, the woman and cat she'd seen in the garden, and the way the smoke had drifted through the dark like it had a mind of its own. #WitchyFantasy #WLW #SmallTownRomance

amazing! my vote is for no icing, I like my cinnamon rolls without it haha

The saddle slipped. An arm caught her and pulled her up. The rider’s cowboy hat tipped back and Ann forgot about the horse.
Her rescuer was a woman. Sun-dark skin and an easy smile. She looked at her like she was something worth looking at, which surfaced feelings Ann didn’t know how to cope with.

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet By Becky Chambers is great if you haven’t tried that one yet

In my teens I learned my heart was better closed because people were too self-serving to handle mine. In my twenties, I met her. A piece of me opened to find that there were hurts so deep that it served no one to keep pieces of me locked away. In my thirties, I discovered that that hurt gets louder.