Beautiful Kitchen

Our contemporary kitchen rests in shameful mud. The shame is sublime, like a trance lightning fitted to the window with the blue sky cushioning our love of dormers. A slight possible duct of rainwater tells us of indications, and the ditch will overflow with the results. We'll need something as summer softens and autumn turns us. Our kitchen will let grandeur speak for itself. Delicious ideas of repose will end sentences, dozing will become required. Too much paint on the dormer will be proclaimed as radical and a draft in our ideas. Pressure will work the sentence, naps will lighten the moment, dreams will congest in a picture. Here, the picture wants your name. It's about time.