Nathan Free, Natalie Bound

I knocked at the door of the estate. Back in Cliffside. Blue skies, bird songs. You forget about birds singing when you get used to the bat's chirps and squeaks. This neighborhood was dowdy and looked old-fashioned to me, and I barely know the local culture. I have no idea what was in fashion sixty to seventy years ago but I can tell it was this. Also, a truly offensive number of window boxes even to me, and I love flowers!