A house at the end of a street. A house at the end of
very exclusive street. A house, obscured
by an established planting schedule, worth more than the GNP of some
countries. And yet where is the house? Gigi's house.
To the approaching visitor or guest or even passersby, the house
is NOT what first greets one upon approach. It is, of course,
the Fence.
The Fence. Exposing itself in all its glory to the
social graces of a home, a neighborhood, a community.
"Well hello. How nice
to see you. Won't you please come in?"
"Why thank you, Gigi. "
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