Winter

Beckoning wrought iron gates.. Leaving behind sunset and woodland. Dusk awakens the evening twilight.. And here lies the manor reborn....

Alas.. I cannot hold on anymore.. the heat has passed.. I feel weak and tired.. to my core. I was as green as a blade of the finest.. now...

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