>Shed.
What is it about these ancient monuments of the weed covered savannahs, that bring back so many evocative memories of warm summers and endless days spent picking berries and watching swallows turn circles in a cloudless sky?
I adore these magnificent old masters,faded and patched, repaired way beyond their original identity and seeping out years of untold stories,tales of lost loves and rainy afternoons.

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