2025-8-15, 187 . Countless flower gardens
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2025-8-15, 187 . Countless flower gardens
I'm inspecting a house with some men.
This is an apartment building.
It's ten stories high.
But right next to it is a mountain.
The ten-story mountain is right in front of the hallway window.
It feels close.
It's not an old apartment building, but it doesn't look old.
It's neat and cleanly maintained.
It doesn't look shabby.
It's well-organized.
We're inspecting a problem.
On the right side of the hallway are the doors leading to each unit.
We're at the end of the hallway, on the mountain side.
The door is a bit unusual.
It's like a cardboard door.
It looks like a patch on a wooden door,
or maybe it's just the door that was originally there at the entrance.
The others are about to finish their inspection.
- No, we need to go up two more floors.
I'm told I need to inspect the 12th floor. And we wait for the elevator to go upstairs.
Ah... My wife, daughter, and I have moved here.
We head up to the backyard we saw in the hallway.
The garden is filled with flowers.
There's a house with a blue roof on the hill we're climbing.
We continue up.
To the left of the garden is a large open space, wide and inward like a bowl.
There's a low, circular space, slightly lower than the surrounding area.
Green grass and grass surround it.
It feels cozy.
Flowers are planted here and there in the center.
Flowers are blooming. A variety of flowers are blooming.
Ah... These are flowers transplanted from pots.
And they're flowers from countless pots transplanted into the ground.
They're planted all over the garden.
Knee-high branches of flowers are in bloom.
My wife likes this.
There's a man and his family in front of us. The man speaks, looking at a photo of himself from his youth in the dug-up dirt.
He describes his youth to his child.
As we approach, he hurriedly leaves.
I look to the side and see my wife bowing to the ground.
It's as if she's bowing before a grave.
I'm inspecting a house with some men.
This is an apartment building.
It's ten stories high.
But right next to it is a mountain.
The ten-story mountain is right in front of the hallway window.
It feels close.
It's not an old apartment building, but it doesn't look old.
It's neat and cleanly maintained.
It doesn't look shabby.
It's well-organized.
We're inspecting a problem.
On the right side of the hallway are the doors leading to each unit.
We're at the end of the hallway, on the mountain side.
The door is a bit unusual.
It's like a cardboard door.
It looks like a patch on a wooden door,
or maybe it's just the door that was originally there at the entrance.
The others are about to finish their inspection.
- No, we need to go up two more floors.
I'm told I need to inspect the 12th floor. And we wait for the elevator to go upstairs.
Ah... My wife, daughter, and I have moved here.
We head up to the backyard we saw in the hallway.
The garden is filled with flowers.
There's a house with a blue roof on the hill we're climbing.
We continue up.
To the left of the garden is a large open space, wide and inward like a bowl.
There's a low, circular space, slightly lower than the surrounding area.
Green grass and grass surround it.
It feels cozy.
Flowers are planted here and there in the center.
Flowers are blooming. A variety of flowers are blooming.
Ah... These are flowers transplanted from pots.
And they're flowers from countless pots transplanted into the ground.
They're planted all over the garden.
Knee-high branches of flowers are in bloom.
My wife likes this.
There's a man and his family in front of us. The man speaks, looking at a photo of himself from his youth in the dug-up dirt.
He describes his youth to his child.
As we approach, he hurriedly leaves.
I look to the side and see my wife bowing to the ground.
It's as if she's bowing before a grave.
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