I walked up to a yard sale in a heavily mcmansioned suburb last year. I should have turned around as soon as I noticed that the “landscaping” was cheap plastic plants shoved into plaster urns.
I left at high speed when I saw the barefoot blonde woman in a floral dress sitting in the back of a minivan.
The memory of that garden still haunts me at night.
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I walked up to a yard sale in a heavily mcmansioned suburb last year. I should have turned around as soon as I noticed that the “landscaping” was cheap plastic plants shoved into plaster urns.
I left at high speed when I saw the barefoot blonde woman in a floral dress sitting in the back of a minivan.
The memory of that garden still haunts me at night.