In the twilight, seen from
the garden,
it looks like a
ship which is rushing forward
out of the dream-blue nothingness carrying sparkling ladies and dark, gallant men of film star stature who waltz with burning passion in the crystal-lit salons without sweating. |
If you only look at the low,
white bed-room part with the small windows, you think of the Mediterranean, and for an instant you are sitting with your back against a sun-warm wall breathing in the
exciting
aromas of the air
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If, however, you look at the
house
in the glaring Danish December light and in a completely sober state, well, then it looks like one of those modern churches right in the middle of the brown-knolled, newly developed field in Hedensted near Vejle. Denmark
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