Time for another fantasy real estate post. This is yet another Swedish property, in Nacka, actually, just on the outskirts of Stockholm. The price isn't listed, which, I suppose, tells it's own story... "If you have to ask..." In any case, if I did have the wherewithall, I'd snatch it up in an instant!
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture My myself in the summer heaven, godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
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Gorgeous! When will you be receiving guest???
Mark :-)
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