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House in Tree (no not a tree house!)
Here's the story, an indian man built a tree house. But not just any tree house. Have a look:
He built it because someone bet him he couldn't keep the value of this property unless he chopped down its fruit trees. Way to go Mr Singh! 
Still, it's a bit mad!
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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