The strong light illuminates the garden's stone pathway and casts its glow on the surrounding maple trees. Each window of the wooden house and its adjoining barn-like building shines yellow, inviting the occasional passerby in for a nighttime conversation. The large doors stand wide open as if they wish to encompass the entire woods.
Shadows lay behind the light as the sun fully sets. The wind is absent; not a leaf rustles. A few chairs sit alone on the side stretch. Neither a person nor an animal stirs. Instead they prefer the comfortable silence of a summer evening in what is considered by the nearby town as the middle of everywhere.
Perfectly cut bushes are the only source of decoration. The inside is definitely not a mystery to the townspeople as the old woman who owns the place is welcoming. Her loneliness after her husband passed away a few years ago faded when she began to broadcast her property's appeal by shining the famous light.
The lights go off when the sun rises each morning. The doors, however, stay spread from each other. It's a place where people go when they desire pleasant company and peacefulness.
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