This winter I discovered a new kind of evergreen tree! Or maybe these trees have an enthusiastic knitter in the family?
There it was. Right on the edge of the forest, it seemed on the point of merging with it. Surrounded by trees, overgrown with creepers. In summer it must all but disappear.
The house looked deserted. Who would choose to live here? When she tried the door she felt the house shudder. A cold breeze sprang up. She’d swear she heard it gusting: “Leave!”
Best to forget about the place, she thought, driving away.
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