When I was a little girl, I remember going to the Biltmore House in North Carolina and being absolutely memorized touring the grounds. I still have the postcard of Mrs. Vanderbilt's purple velvet and gold room which I kept close as a reminder of what I expected my own aesthetic to take after. I found some infrared photos someone had taken of the grounds, and I miss having those kinds of beautiful things to latch onto. The Midwest doesn't come close to the scenery of the south.
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