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“Imagine a room you could go to for some time out, to switch off or to meditate. What would you find there?... - Windows and natural light - Views out onto greenery (or add some window planters) - A timber-clad wall or timber furniture to make the space feel warm and rich - Artwork containing biophilic fractals - An immersive planting arrangement where you can sit among the foliage - Soft, natural fabrics and textures - Adjustable lighting (salt lamps give off a lovely warm glow) - A scent diffuser - Carefully considered colors to suit the mood you wish to create - A lock on the door if you need it - Your favorite things that help you relax: perhaps a TV, a selection of things to read, or whatever you need in order to feel as though you've given yourself a break.”

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“Gamache knew people were like homes. Some were cheerful and bright, some gloomy. Some could look good on the outside but feel wretched on the interior. And some of the least attractive homes, from the outside, were kindly and warm inside. He also knew the first few rooms were for public consumption. It was only in going deeper that he'd find the reality. And finally, inevitably, there was the last room, the one we keep locked, and bolted and barred, even from ourselves. Especially from ourselves.”

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