The sight of one’s dear one, be it from afar or close up, can raise one’s heart rate, blood pressure, or desire. Often I would straighten up while gardening and look, look, and look again at the house, at the setting and the details. My eyes would trace those long cantilevers stretching out, the greenery reflected in the windows, the transparency in the living room and in the large mistress bedroom. The bedroom overhangs would glow pinkish-beige where they hovered because of the red dining room roof below.
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