I was thinking about it again the other day.
I'm not sure of, I can't remember the name.
It was down the street from my apartment, I used to go down there pretty often.
Once a month or so.
It was set back from the street, it had a courtyard garden.
A courtyard garden with a winding path, a stone gazebo and four or five trees.
It had beautiful tall windows and red stone walls.
I never went inside.
It was clear to me that I should keep it as it was in my imagination.
The most peaceful place.
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