As the huge, crested gates slowly and silently swing open, and the electric cab purrs through, the crunch of the tyres on the pristine gravel surface of Magnolia Drive is only just audible over our driver’s surprisingly mellow playlist. Debussy’s Prelude seems an unlikely, but appropriately ethereal number with which to pass, eyes wide open, into this p…
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