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| In the twilight, seen from the garden, it looks like a ship which is rushing forward out of the dream-blue nothingness carrying sparkling ladies and dark, gallant men of film star stature who waltz with burning passion in the crystal-lit salons without sweating. |
| If you only look at the low, white bed-room part with the small windows, you think of the Mediterranean, and for an instant you are sitting with your back against a sun-warm wall breathing in the exciting aromas of the air |
| If, however, you look at the house in the glaring Danish December light and in a completely sober state, well, then it looks like one of those modern churches right in the middle of the brown-knolled, newly developed field in Hedensted near Vejle. |