Last summer. Doesn't matter how hard you try to manufacture a natural environment, there's always a plastic
artefact presuming to degrade the scene.
Early construction phase -- a time when the pond was still visible. Heron visits were not only enchanting, but also
beneficial. As this image demonstrates, waders are capable of excreting surprisingly deep piles of topsoil.
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I am currently wondering who I am.
I am listening to
Sail to the Moon -- Radiohead
