A few days ago, I came home to a shock. Without being forewarned, the gardener trimmed the lush, pine-like tree in front of my terrace down to the nub. Where before, I could sit in the living room feeling private and protected by its lush greenery, now, with only barren branches, I was completely exposed. (Metaphor?) On the plus side, there’s much more light spilling into my apartment, which is a relief as we approach the shortest day of the year.
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