Imagine a house hidden protectively against the scorching sun and highway noises and from where when you look out your patio you hear a babbling brook running through a few high and thick trees covered in moss and ferns creating a peaceful green canopy, housing song birds - big and tiny- chirping their soulful melody to the passing deer, and where bunny rabbits and hopping squirrels come a-calling for bread crumbs morning, noon and night.
You gotta love a house with a view.
My house too has a view. It overlooks the parking lot. Beyond which you can also see the high-inverted V ceiling of a nearby apartment block.
I love it.
It's ideal in the sense, that at the least no season affects it - rain or snow or sunshine, all the props are always there, so you can't miss it. It so unremarkable that you don't miss it.
Do you get what I'm saying?
You gotta love a house with a view.
My house too has a view. It overlooks the parking lot. Beyond which you can also see the high-inverted V ceiling of a nearby apartment block.
I love it.
It's ideal in the sense, that at the least no season affects it - rain or snow or sunshine, all the props are always there, so you can't miss it. It so unremarkable that you don't miss it.
Do you get what I'm saying?
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