I’d like a home close to public transport or the highway.
Someplace lit by the setting sun.
A traditional building in the inner-city sense.
Maybe a fireplace and a view of the neighbourhood from the top floor.
And a place I can leave my child to play when she’s old enough, a lawn say.
A sheltered place.
Image is Approaching Storm by Railway (1955) by Geoffrey Smart
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A place where pretty good waves are generated from a concrete wall next to a road
There is a long wait though
A house where you know there is evil in it, it chases you and you look for it
So many rooms
A deep,deep foreboding, present