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The pipes were a shiny green as if mother nature herself had grown them into the manor house.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
The pipe carried its merry watery passenger with a soft sing-song whisper.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
These great arteries of the house feed clean water in and take away the rest. However, without you, my love, there is no heart and thus no home.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
And so upon the pipe, as green as all the rest, was a great wheel begging for hands to turn it, to feel the rush of water in the pipes once more.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.