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| The garden envelopes the spiral staircase |
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| Plants wrap around a pillar in the greenhouse |
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The garden has no
boundary walls; it begins in her basement, a secret hideaway, bearing her most
treasured possessions; momentos; souvenirs. The garden twists away along the
wires and pipes, becoming the structure of the room, feeding from the
electrical signals which connect the entire city to this space. The plants and
flowers extend on, emerging from gaps between buildings, paving the streets and
staining the concrete.
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