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Our First Winter in This House
A note on Mudgee mornings, unfinished rooms, and learning to let a home reveal itself slowly. This is our first winter in this house, and I think I’m only just beginning to understand what kind of home I want it to become. Not through a perfect mood board. Not through a list of things to buy. Not by rushing each room into being finished just for the sake of having it done. But slowly. In the way the morning light moves across the floor. In the corners that hold the cold. In t
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