The shed was a sort of gateway into the vibrant world of the garden, a place where the soul could start to breathe anew.
The shed became his special place for writing, somewhere his imagination could run wild, encouraged by the rain and wind outside.
The garden shed had been parked on the unused driveway between the house and the fence. For that reason Aunt Dolly had asked for a door to be installed at each end.
The shed had grown a deeper hue of brown over the years and was just wide enough for a few bicycles.
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