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The wall was a sweet chorus of reds that sung of the clays in those parts.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
The mortar that held each brick had been made with such loving care that the wall stood for generations, keeping them sheltered and snug.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
The wall had been sealed with a shiny layer of cream, a hue that was welcoming from the sunrise to eventide.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.
In that wall every brick was a unique story of the earth that made it.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 29, 2021.