There is a reason we build such houses, paint them white, plant flowers that bloom in the spring and summer. It is so that on the those days when the sky is clear and blue, and the sun shines bright enough to overexpose any dirty details, we get to look on the picturesque ideal that we normally only carry in our heads. Paradise does exist. It exists in moments. In being in the right place at the right time. Though adequate preparation can help.
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