Winter
Mar 31st, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I peered suspiciously beyond the chipped lacquer of the oaken balcony. I had seen this before. The wind was coming.
Somehow, this place had now become my opus. I mean to say of course that it had supplanted my imagination. The verdurous landscape below appeared at times surreal; dioramic. And yet, at almost the same moment, conscious; alive to the rhythmic pulsations of the earth. Living in the trees was an idyllic stillness; in the air, an inscrutable entropy.
Soon, without warning, the wind would be be upon us, and a pervasive cold would grip the house for many days.
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