Behind closed doors.
13th May 2009 by admin No CommentsThe community rested on 28 acres of manicured lawns and gardens, nary a leaf out of place.
The poet found the perfection unusual, though not lacking in beauty.
He parked his car, crossed the lot and stepped into the foyer, as pristine on the inside as the outer grounds.
“Not bad, eh?” the older gentleman posited after the [...]


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