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Nobody uses the garden,
i felt rather lost in its darkness. through the window its trees and brambles veer into the cold morning.
I left that picture to the outside.

It was unnaturally lit, determined to relax again, sitting there for another series of years,
calmly, with rigid walls sunk into the ground.

And increased its stillness, the old soil patient. Now the door is locked and i can't enter it any longer.