Black tree trunks stand like stately sentinels, before high-up dormer eyes, staring across well-turned lawns, undulating and silent. Glossy leaves of ivy and cropped shrubs skirt the grand house. Cloaking around the foundation, up to tendrils splayed, grasping over white wood toward the eaves. Snug in a feigned union of nature and permanence, sitting lordly......
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