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This House Which Is Lived In by Ivan Donn Carswell
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed blessings; affection is neither distressed nor restrained, nor caught in the intricate mesh of wicker and wire-ordered veins of its living construction, contained within gentle, carbon-breathing walls. The halls are hung with wooded reminders that ask your forbearance – the task is benign and in the heartbeat pulsing rooms you find an arcade of worthy mementos defined. The rooms are clothed in guises unique and disconnected each from each, yet oddly unified, resting easily before eyes sorely seduced, wearing tenant characters deduced in muted shades and crafted shadows folded into thriving colour and softening drapes hung or flung in wide, comforting curves revealing the objects ordinarily placed in ordered disorder; this space is so soothing and yet it deceives in the ease that it steals your heart. Where do you start in derisory word and hackneyed phrases to describe this house which astounds and amazes? © I.D. Carswell For Paula and her amazing Houses
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