Yes, that is possible, even when living in a house with a family and a fluffy white dog. In a house where a beeswax candle burns in a short brass holder and the father makes a stir-fry and the bath runs long and hot. In a house where two daughters have good, true hearts. Yet sadness and bitterness can prevail in the mother; like a monster, she lumbers around, trying to scare. Her beauty must be unearthed.
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