Short Stories
Saturday, June 18, 2005
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Mirrored, low hedges and tall groves of faux wood panels, each holding too many leaves to count, resting on a carpet of mottled green hues and kept alive by a phalanx of fluorescent suns, trees of knowledge in this open secret Garden.
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