I have, in fact, returned.
But, no one unrolled a crimson velvet carpet to guide my path to the front door.
& the sushi-filled faces belonged to strangers. But alas, chewing food is easier with the assurance that no one is watching. Am I right?
If I dare to lift the jalousie, the Afternoon Sun willingly finds my bare skin. But when the neighbors drive by, or even look out their own window, things get weird.
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Jalousie: a blind or shutter made of a row of angled slats.
Had to look that one up, Mr. Wordsworth.
wordsmither! and an envelope maker. candlesticks? melodies?
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