There might come a day when two people like us are nearing the end of a renovation.
The house is quite alone in the land. A stream passes its western border.
The garden is green and flanked by peach trees and roses and lavender.
The pair, let’s call them He and Her are deciding about wood-colouring for the door frames.
They sit with a couple of drinks on bean-bags in the hall-way and can’t stop their hands meeting.
The chat is slightly unfocussed and they don’t care.
Today they need no answer to the question.
Today they are in love with the atmosphere there.
A place and a friend, just as they want them.
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