The beautiful fancy-pattern brickwork slipping here and there, the
chimney soft as a ditch, what with all the creatures inhabiting the place all
year round.
And out in the yard, you see the beautiful Maples someone carefully
selected, some years ago, and the bushes, that now have grown wide and
furiously, so that all the rabbits can live quietly and happily in the long
low-lying branches.
The low pathway round the back fills with water in the
spring, and then deep with fallen leaves in the autumn,
as the place observes
quietly the comings and goings of the seasons, of the sunrises and settings, in
betwixt and between small mountains, a river, farmer fields, the Eagles and the
soft wild winds.
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