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They arrived after a long drive—music low, conversation soft. The hills had rolled past like a slow lullaby, leading them to this quiet escape. Inside, their station welcomed them with spacious calm and the promise of deep rest. They sank into the king-sized bed, the weight of the world slipping away with every breath.
These aren’t just stays. They’re chapters in a memory book written between slow mornings and restful nights.