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The furniture was beautifully placed in the old living rooms, almost staged but truly natural. You would want to sit down on the sofa, but you would be almost too embarrassed as it felt like touching a piece of art. In my mind, a song started playing. And in the midst of all the instrumental, the laughter and the pin drop, I noticed the light. Rushing through the windows, embellishing the not so polished wooden floors. In between, the dust dancing in the air, resembling the idea of lovers pacing close to the fireplace.