A
house at the end of a street. A house at the end of very exclusive
street. A house, obscured by an established planting schedule, worth
more than the GNP of some countries. And yet where is the house? Gigi's
house. To the approaching visitor or guest or even passersby, the house
is NOT what first greets one upon approach. It is, of course, the Wood
Fence. The
Fence. Exposing itself in all its glory to the social graces of
a home, a neighborhood, a community.
"Well hello. How nice to see
you. Won't you please come in?"
"Why thank you, Gigi. "
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