I have a dream sometimes. I dream I'm in a house, and discover a door I didn't know was there. It opens into an unexpected garden, and for a weightless moment I find myself inhabiting new territory, flush with potential.
The gardens were a way of making myself at home, putting down small roots. It worked well, or well enough, until the inevitable letter announcing the landlord or letting agency was ending the contract.
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