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Here the seasons stretch at my parents' home. The vines are shrivelling with new buds and coiled tendrils still hanging in space to catch a twig or a spider's web. The minor trees are inundated and tilting, soon to lose their own support, a scenic autumn in wait. Some of the plants are showing cession, some mature fruits are hanging to mature enough for seeds and some are on ground, harvesting manure or food for friendly insects.

those two hills....
a way of wolf stories


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