Chateau de Groussay, France, reblogged from missfolly.
There are no words for this splendiforous literary showcase of rampant booklust. Okay maybe there are a few words.
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I’d sit in here in the waning afternoon, peering out of my leaf covered windows and wondering who was coming up the drive. The parlor is full of heavy drapery with silken tassels and a dusty piano that only seems to play when no one else is in the room.
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