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Mid-Century Modern Dream

House hunting was a challenge as the real estate agent drove me around, I specified that mid-century modern was my dream and hoped to find it, determined to be patient and not have a fit. At an open house I found what I wanted, a sprawling beauty with ceiling to floor windows, with a giant sliding glass door that opened wide, stepping outside into a plush garden, before my eyes a lovely sight of a verdant arden. My parent's blonde furniture fits well throughout the spacious and light rooms, a white brick fireplace highlights the main room, matching sunburst mirrors decorate the walls, a Sputnik chandelier sports its space balls. I am surrounded with my retro theme, life in my dream home has come true, living the past in the present is a treat, as if time stood still in the golden days, reminding me of life and its easy ways.

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