Your writing reminds me of Marcel Proust - it's so rich in detail.

To give you an idea of his style, here’s an excerpt from In Search of Lost Time:

"Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her."
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It’s so cool to read someone who writes in such a Proustian style. 😉