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13 StoriesThe quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog into a shimmering pool of rainwater that had gathered since the last frost. Soft clusters of leaves fall without a plan to the ground, mirroring the unhurried chestnut thatch of the fox’s dense coat. The fox looks to the west, only then realizing the horizon has begun to curve towards them. Perhaps they should not have jumped so soon.Outdoor Patio SpaceThe hem of the pool expands indefinitely, ringing the sleeping dog and now worried fox with concentric circles of glowing liquid. The pool has lost its reflection in the spread, imbued with an inner light that seems to have its own authority, though not lacking in warmth. A once dull and listless pooch now shines with the brilliance of a recently cleaned pinball machine — unknowingly showcasing a rescued sense of neon.Walkable NeighborhoodKnown for his sweetness, this dog shakes himself awake with a gentle groan and cranes his loaf-like head towards the fox with a quizzical bent. As they lock eyes, what world they know is flipped completely towards the southern sky, and the pool ushers them swiftly over the edge of the horizon’s curve. The fox and the dog free-fall off the edge into nothing, which is to say, they were fine. Landing promptly on the other side of the world, they look up into what is somehow a giant hand, impossibly looking back at them. The hand bends toward them without beckoning, and the dog and fox survey their new landscape, the under-pool — or their second world. Fitness Center & SpaFlat, gleaming, and forever, this place serves as a canvas for whatever happens next. The mother of all creation in one single moment, this hand. In a quiet flash, the dog remembers a lyric from his boyhood — “Out of our hands / fall the gold of youth” — and wonders if this is a fever dream or if he finally now resides within art. More pragmatic, the fox physically examines the closest objects to them — a cluster of blue raspberries resting on a plinth, one small hand mirror, a pair of work boots that won’t fit anyone present — as their mind wanders the perimeter.

13 StoriesThe quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog into a shimmering pool of rainwater that had gathered since the last frost. Soft clusters of leaves fall without a plan to the ground, mirroring the unhurried chestnut thatch of the fox’s dense coat. The fox looks to the west, only then realizing the horizon has begun to curve towards them. Perhaps they should not have jumped so soon.Outdoor Patio SpaceThe hem of the pool expands indefinitely, ringing the sleeping dog and now worried fox with concentric circles of glowing liquid. The pool has lost its reflection in the spread, imbued with an inner light that seems to have its own authority, though not lacking in warmth. A once dull and listless pooch now shines with the brilliance of a recently cleaned pinball machine — unknowingly showcasing a rescued sense of neon.Walkable NeighborhoodKnown for his sweetness, this dog shakes himself awake with a gentle groan and cranes his loaf-like head towards the fox with a quizzical bent. As they lock eyes, what world they know is flipped completely towards the southern sky, and the pool ushers them swiftly over the edge of the horizon’s curve. The fox and the dog free-fall off the edge into nothing, which is to say, they were fine. Landing promptly on the other side of the world, they look up into what is somehow a giant hand, impossibly looking back at them. The hand bends toward them without beckoning, and the dog and fox survey their new landscape, the under-pool — or their second world. Fitness Center & SpaFlat, gleaming, and forever, this place serves as a canvas for whatever happens next. The mother of all creation in one single moment, this hand. In a quiet flash, the dog remembers a lyric from his boyhood — “Out of our hands / fall the gold of youth” — and wonders if this is a fever dream or if he finally now resides within art. More pragmatic, the fox physically examines the closest objects to them — a cluster of blue raspberries resting on a plinth, one small hand mirror, a pair of work boots that won’t fit anyone present — as their mind wanders the perimeter.

13 StoriesThe quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog into a shimmering pool of rainwater that had gathered since the last frost. Soft clusters of leaves fall without a plan to the ground, mirroring the unhurried chestnut thatch of the fox’s dense coat. The fox looks to the west, only then realizing the horizon has begun to curve towards them. Perhaps they should not have jumped so soon.Outdoor Patio SpaceThe hem of the pool expands indefinitely, ringing the sleeping dog and now worried fox with concentric circles of glowing liquid. The pool has lost its reflection in the spread, imbued with an inner light that seems to have its own authority, though not lacking in warmth. A once dull and listless pooch now shines with the brilliance of a recently cleaned pinball machine — unknowingly showcasing a rescued sense of neon.Walkable NeighborhoodKnown for his sweetness, this dog shakes himself awake with a gentle groan and cranes his loaf-like head towards the fox with a quizzical bent. As they lock eyes, what world they know is flipped completely towards the southern sky, and the pool ushers them swiftly over the edge of the horizon’s curve. The fox and the dog free-fall off the edge into nothing, which is to say, they were fine. Landing promptly on the other side of the world, they look up into what is somehow a giant hand, impossibly looking back at them. The hand bends toward them without beckoning, and the dog and fox survey their new landscape, the under-pool — or their second world. Fitness Center & SpaFlat, gleaming, and forever, this place serves as a canvas for whatever happens next. The mother of all creation in one single moment, this hand. In a quiet flash, the dog remembers a lyric from his boyhood — “Out of our hands / fall the gold of youth” — and wonders if this is a fever dream or if he finally now resides within art. More pragmatic, the fox physically examines the closest objects to them — a cluster of blue raspberries resting on a plinth, one small hand mirror, a pair of work boots that won’t fit anyone present — as their mind wanders the perimeter.

New Listing100 Hooper St.San Francisco, CA 94107New Commercial Real Estate OpportunityReach out and learn more about this one of a kind office space today.Call Us At311-555-0100Message Us Atinfo@grandecorp.site.comVisit Us Atwww.grandeestatecorp.site.com

New Listing100 Hooper St.San Francisco, CA 94107New Commercial Real Estate OpportunityReach out and learn more about this one of a kind office space today.Call Us At311-555-0100Message Us Atinfo@grandecorp.site.comVisit Us Atwww.grandeestatecorp.site.com