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Teni Tashjian Homedifferent colored panels appear almost randomly along each wall trees form stiff shadows along the brown wood, blocking the sunlight they keep the inside completely hidden, fully concealed large windows look out a staggered stone path through a gravel jungle leads to the front door the door, a round hole cut through the top, opens easily revealing the inside suddenly, the missing sunlight reappears exotic birds of paradise and large, leafy tropical plants thrive under the glass roof through another flat, brown door, the sunlight once again disappears old, faded yellow bakelite frames holding vintage home plans are clustered against the wall a plant, craving the sunlight it can’t reach, grows crookedly on the floor in a chipped pot down a hall covered in beige, dusty short-pile carpet and into a space once again light filled a medium sized room, lined with reddish brown wood panels upright crates, filled with dusty paperbacks, line the floors the light partially filters through the vertical shades, dividing the floor into horizontal stripes a black leather chair, with its ottoman companion, sits in the corner facing outside an antique, teak desk floats in the middle of the floor with a view of the yard sitting at the desk, in an equally antique bentwood stool, is a man, stooped behind a large open newspaper “welcome home,” says the figure behind the newsprint, his voice smiling |
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