A quiet seclusion. A writer's paradise. A wintry sun but bird songs and cold hands.
Houses undecided of the past or of future?! with their red roofs, large glass windows and spacious lawns but erected on and built in with modern household.
A long walk unto the beautiful skyline but on perfect roads and with whizzing cars.
Modern do I call this, or old, a glimpse into the future may be even...hopefully?!
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