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My Eye Found It; Leavetaking


  My Eye Found It   from the train, a big square plot of green on a green hillside   no different, seemingly, from the field that encompassed it. Trees had been planted to establish a perimeter, and two stone pillars marked some sort of entrance. But there was no gate I could see, no […]

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