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Here you will witness snapshots of an era gone by:
a turn-of-the-century butter machine in one corner of
the stairs, the predecessor of the record player in
the elegant common living room, the old baby stroller
of the original owner's sons.
And don't be surprised if, just as the sun is going
down, you hear Vivaldi's Four Seasons resonating majestically
all throughout the house.
Come experience peace. Come renew your strengths.
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