My Beautiful Place
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There are many beautiful places in the world, many I have not been to. The one place that I have been to is the most beautiful of all. My place is across the border and into Canada in a small, quaint, nothing town called Tobermory. In this town, rests my 99 acres of pure serenity, which is a complete getaway from everyday life. There is no electricity, no water, and no plumbing. The only thing up here is a cozy, cute, little, wood cabin and down the stone drive my own private beach that rests on the beautiful bay.
The cabin rests up by the stone drive up away from the bay. The cabin is picture perfect. The cabin is made out of some wood, probably oak. The red brick chimney rests on the right side of the cabin...