She stood on the exotic balcony of the new house looking out over the tranquil hills. It was more beautidul here than her beloved Germany, or Scandinavia, where she and her husband had spent their honeymoon. She didn't know why, but this was the type of place where music truly touched her heart. She fingered the smooth creeper climbing the wall and coiling peacefully onto the soft stone balcony railings. It smelled of the sweetest flowers here. She could vaguely hear the beautiful strain of her husband's flute indoors and she was intoxicated with music mingling with the sweetest-scented blossoms...

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