We all have a way out. A wall we sometimes need to build between us and the rest of the world. When Abbott Fuller Graves wanted to be left alone, he built flower walls. To be expected from the master of flowers. That golden dome back there? That is Boston. The noise, the crowds, the whole city is right there. But he buried it all behind hydrangeas and roses. The only guest allowed on this terrace is one tiny bird.
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