Piper and I had been wandering aimlessly around the
damp gardens at the rear of the museum, when we came apon the most beautiful
scene. To the left, smooth slate stairs strong and straight. To the right, soft
and subtle steps weaving their way through the bright green undergrowth of moss
and ferns. Just off the path a bird feeds in a little wooden house on a pole.
The taller trees form a canopy to protect us from the drizzle of rain as the
weather deteriorates. I don’t have a camera, so instead I take a picture with
my mind.
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