ORANGERIE

The outside world shifts with the passing of time. Jewel-like fruits ripen on branches, only to turn ruddy and fall, returning to the land from whence they came. An autumn wind follows, bringing winter in its trail and blanketing the land in ice and white. Inside, though, summer rings eternally. The susurration of waxed green leaves coo amidst the still and heavy air, rustling softly in the wake of the few creatures fortunate enough to explore a personal paradise. Bees dart in and out of climbing flowers, awakening the creamy scent of perfume as they pass from one bloom to the next. In the Orangerie, life is a dream in suspension – a garden of Eden, eternally sweet.

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