It overflowed with Eucalyptus. Green grass shaved so it just tickled your ankles like an expensive deep napped carpet. And vine-covered, meandering, low roofed, alley-wayed, muted rooms, with all their views on the inside. It was trellis-fenced, scalloped, walled securely, and when you entered the front door into what was probably the front lobby, you got a feeling.
Gil Brewer
Flight to Darkness
1952
https://gilbrewer.com/
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