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I live in the house my grandfather built when he was young and strong, and filled with love and dreams. Where I lay me down to sleep was...

We come to it After a walk Through a field Late afternoon Shadows closing in Sunlight already golden. Old tree, Its beard scraggly...

there is more than one way to look at it.  outside the wood gift shop there is the desert, the gray hill  but the scrub shivers like...