inside

inside

Inside the building, Anne had made a garden. She had purchased the cavernous block at auction in 1995. The first job had been to remove the office furniture, it was 70’s. Dark wood, mustard, grey, muted. There was a covered carpark area, the chairs, tables, drawers, coat stands, bins and dividers sat dormant for a year while the garden was planted in the block. Earth first, laid on the threadbare carpet. Then seeds were littered, small shrubs bedded, saplings carefully placed. Moss and mould made the concrete walls green. Once the garden was starting to establish itself, she moved the furniture back indoors. Within a few months, with the sunlight streaming through the large windows, the building was alive inside. She lay on the boardroom table, her chin placed on her hands, and stared out on to the city. She smiled.

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