"In my former house I had a fabulous antique decorated plaster ceiling. I called it my Skygarden, it always looked good even without me having green ingers or taking care of it very well. It didn`t need water or sun but would live only on the warm rays of the electrical light under it.
I loved it so much that by the time I moved houses I could not leave it. I had to find a way to take it to my new home. I took my tools and stole it from the ceiling. This fabulous pieces of history is now secretly hidden in a minimalist architecturel sphere in the hearth of my new home where I can enjoy it with friend."
I loved it so much that by the time I moved houses I could not leave it. I had to find a way to take it to my new home. I took my tools and stole it from the ceiling. This fabulous pieces of history is now secretly hidden in a minimalist architecturel sphere in the hearth of my new home where I can enjoy it with friend."
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