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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.