The rooms, once cold and shabby, had been renovated with such love that anyone would love them.
The colours of our rooms spoke of ocean, wave-kissed land and rock. Yet they sang of movement of the water, its sound and aroma. They kept alive the kind of memories that keep me well anchored.
The rooms of our home evolved as we did, yet they always spoke to whom we are and our strongest loves.
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