A warm June evening arrived over Brooklyn Heights in breathtaking, golden glory. The sky above New York Harbor was a masterpiece of amber, peach, and soft violet, reflecting in the glassy waters of the East River. Inside the historic brownstone on Willow Street, French doors were thrown wide open onto the private garden terrace, where fragrant gardenias and white climbing roses filled the evening air with intoxicating sweetness. Sitting on…
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