It is rare that I see a low hanging fruit like this and get excited about it. The frame in my mind had all elements of a good story.
A building with a certain air, mysterious and nonconformist, as if an affluent person lived in 1920s, someone like The Great Gatsby, was looking down on me. There was a Christmas tree thrown on the sidewalk opposite to the entrance.
The plants on terraces stood with eerie presence. I could not help but thought the Christmas tree was not welcome there, and the plants domineered their owners so that they had no option but get rid of the tree.
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