I expect visitors at any minute, to walk past the velvet red ropes to observe how we once lived.
Living in a house for sale is a mix of deep nostalgia and distant sterility. I feel as if I mustn't touch anything, when I most wish to engage my farewells.
The Lenox house, if we get it, will be like living in a dream, especially how close it is to the park. There, we will be able to live in a house that is a museum, sharing more of the shared root in muse, than the antecedent mausoleum.
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