Editing Rosewood, I am. Sometimes when I cut and paste and move things around, the resulting paragraph is something between existentialist poetry and a Yoda quote.
–rich, old furniture with dark red upholstery;
wallpaper with a textured pattern of trailing vines;
was inlaid with.
Sometimes I’m tempted to leave it that way…
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