You can grasp it between the folds of green. This green begins with the canopy of oak trees. Let's remember, too, the sun is its own mirror. Of course, this is one person talking to herself. Tea at her side. She's thinking of calling her friend, dear Eleanor.
The barricade between home and the rest of the world becomes a web, as delicate and light infused as the most natural defenses, designed to withstand weather, intrusion, time and chance. One must think before walking through the area it describes, one must think hard about it all, caught in the morning's wet air, a steaming cup of tea in hand on the way to the garden.
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