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Tuesday, July 4, 2006


Bored
*This is something I wrote yesterday. It's a first draft - see how y'all like*

There was an oppresive air about the house; the timid breeze fled the moment I sighted the grounds. The woods never seemed as tight as that moment when I sighted the closed expression of the dark house, where sunlight did not venture. Never again have I seen such elegant, yet ugly, gardens. The place was more akin to a tomb that a mansion. Solmont gaped steadily at me as I made my way further. I found the template of an excellent lawn before me as I opened the gate - but it's shape was overrun by weeds and nameless creatures of the earth. Crawling dots stole away into the broken and dead trees. They were the only sign of life. I resolved at that moment that if they presented themselves as the only living things about the house, then I would drop to my knees and give thanks.

*Like I said, a first draft. I don't think it's very good. But comment.*

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