Garden In The Fall Becomes A Fall in The Garden
So there I was, felled as unerringly as an expertly toppled old forest oak, and now blinking up at the sky on the flat of my back on the garden decking. Winded and Wondering. Was I alright? Like an orange that had just had all the juice squeezed out of it, I lay there, taking in the initial shock and befuddling perplexity surrounding the fall itself, and slowly assessing the damage to my shabby…
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