Peace. . .

Black and white Jack Russell sleep comfortably on fur throw.

Peace is those quiet evenings when I’m relaxing with a steaming pot of tea and a chilled glass of J2O or ginger beer at my side. Soft classical music drifts from my Spotify playlist, a fragranced candle flickers gently to one side. My dog is curled up on my knee, sleeping contentedly, and I stay perfectly still—partly to savour the moment, and partly because I can’t bear to disturb him.

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