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She watched out the window, her chin resting in her hand.

Rose's warm brown eyes reflected her dreamy state as they followed the man she loved.

He was out in the billowing waves of fields, working his carefully grown gardens, his giant of a dog at his heels. He was out there working from before dawn and until dinner. Reaping what he planted, caring for seedlings, playing with Bear, his pup that, on his hind legs, was taller than Rose herself.

There was something about the simplicity of it all. A man in his never ending fields, his best friend faithfully by his side. Coming in at the end of the day, looking proud of himself as he handed over ripe food for her to cook. Sleeping like the dead at night until he'd wake in the morning to start all over again. It was charming. She loved being apart of it. Cooking the food he created and molded to life with his calloused hands and the sweat upon his brow. Handing him a heaping plate and watching him eat as he nearly dozed off in his chair, the large brown and black furball sneaking licks at his master's plate.

There was no tv here. No internet access and limited phone usage. They were on their own, in this mass of land that stretched from horizon to horizon.

Rose never would have guessed, not in all her wildest dreams, that she could live on a secluded farm like this one. Not this city girl, who's lived in Los Angeles to New York and every large city in between. But it fit her so well. It brought out the best in her. She always felt comfortable, between her full stomach and the warm fire that acted as a warm blanket through the harsh months. And Jamie, her farming love who had everything taken care of.

Secure. Another feeling she dwelled in.

How could she ever get bored of this lifestyle? How could she ever want to leave what she had here?