When she arrived on that cool summer morning, walking down the driveway and turning the corner, it seemed like she was returning to a place she had known existed but had forgotten. The crumbling old farmhouse with it's languishing cow byres and barns represented a background to a film set or dreamscape dimly recalled. I know this place, she thought, I'm going to live in this house and everything in it and surrounding it will remind me of love. And included in this love will be memories of shadows of past lovers and great oak trees on my walls, and in the mirror of my sitting room and on the ceiling of my bedroom.
With a nod to Doris Lessing and her novel 'Love Again'.
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