This was posted on my simblr and wordpress, but i figured I could put it here, too. I (somehow) made this gorgeous garden in Joaquin's backyard and felt inspired.
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“I mean, it’s not secret or anything, like your place, but it’s still special,” he breathed. “It’s like… even if they’re right over the fence splashing around in the pool or whatever… when I’m here, I feel like I’m the only person in the whole world, and for a little bit, I forget about them completely.”
“Why do you think it’s able to do that? Make you forget?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “Because when I built it, that’s exactly the kind of place I needed.” He paused to look at me, his dark eyes flickering with the light from the dying fire. “It still is the kind of place I need.”