sudeley! a gauzy sky of torn white stockings over iridescent turquoise. or, better yet, a castle wall without the castle. an explosion of a garden or, better yet, a peacock on the fence, to the left of the main entrance, right above the idle visitors' champagne flutes. and the winding staircase up the old tree? commissioned by one of henry viii's wives, ostensibly, to climb further away from dear henry and nearer the gauzy sky of torn white stockings over iridescent turquoise...
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