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Submitted to Contest #97
Green army surplus paint flaking from the cottage invites me in to sit and stare through the thin wavy glass at the otherwise dreary day. The wind whistles here and there and I resign to my solitude amongst the dank, dark smells of rope and arid decay. There are no luxuries here, I don’t want for luxury as far as avarice might heed.The green terre verte of the sombre bush, beckons and repels simultaneously so as to ensure I keep my bay. I resolve to make a cup of tea, the warmth of which I must absorb through cupped hands surrounding the mug...
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