I stood by that ancient wall, my eyes absorbed by the pathway of the mortar, in awe at the strength by which it holds onto its beloved bricks. As centuries yawned by it stood with these any-weather cemented bonds.
These walls with the doors pulled to gentle close and windows sheltered by curtain folds are my cocoon come the time of starlight.
The manor had a way of belonging to the earth it graced. Of greys and browns were its walls of, the kind of stone that reflects sunlight into the ambient soul.
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