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In the bedroom, the window goes right down to the floor; the glass pane fills an opening that once was used to load in hay. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Smooth surfaces and white walls keep the small space feeling open and airy. \u201cWe didn\u2019t want too much texture or too many distractions that might make it feel even smaller,\u201d says Mitanidis. One side of the building opens up to the main road, and the other to the back garden, allowing natural light to easily flow through the oversized windows. In the bedroom, the window goes right down to the floor; the glass pane fills an opening that once was used to load in hay. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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  With increased use comes increased problems: Public land managers must contend with people hiking off-trail, driving or parking off-road, trampling vegetation, not packing out trash, setting illegal and abandoned campfires, and overcrowding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

  A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

  When, while the lovely valley teems<\/strong> with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable<\/a> foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n