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The wonders of the garden. As I listen to some laid back 'Sigur Ros', I watch two horses roll through my tiny little villiage as the sun sets beyond the trees. The week is coming to an end and the dying sun throws the last of it's dense heat into a room where a boy is busily typing. All was quiet. All was peaceful, for this is the end of the day, an end of a generation of mayflies.
Until tomorrow my friends