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there is a door.... eight weathered, slats of wood. each slat, about four inches wide. the door has, in it's upper-right quadrant,   a small, face sized window, with,a pale,dove-blue curtain. this door, has been painted purple, the colour, difficult to describe, tho, reminiscent of shades of carbon paper, or gentian violet.... deep, vibrant, solid, regal, intriguing.... the path, which leads to the door, is gently curved, across the lawn. blocked sandstone, in a mix of large and small stone, the colours of, clotted cream and aged parchment paper. and on either side, a mix of, blue lobelia and   happy faced purple pansies. the door handle is bronze. large and ornate and on closer inspection, is in the form of a mermaid. the letter slot, etched with seashells and starfish at my feet, inscribed into the top step... "those who don't believe, in magic, will.... .....never find it."* R.Dahl. and next to this door, set into the wall. an exact replica, of what i have just described, only, nine inches tall do not know, who lives, behind this door.... but i am, so going to find out.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
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there is a door.... eight weathered, slats of wood. each slat, about four inches wide. the door has, in it's upper-right quadrant,   a small, face sized window, with,a pale,dove-blue curtain. this door, has been painted purple, the colour, difficult to describe, tho, reminiscent of shades of carbon paper, or gentian violet.... deep, vibrant, solid, regal, intriguing.... the path, which leads to the door, is gently curved, across the lawn. blocked sandstone, in a mix of large and small stone, the colours of, clotted cream and aged parchment paper. and on either side, a mix of, blue lobelia and   happy faced purple pansies. the door handle is bronze. large and ornate and on closer inspection, is in the form of a mermaid. the letter slot, etched with seashells and starfish at my feet, inscribed into the top step... "those who don't believe, in magic, will.... .....never find it."* R.Dahl. and next to this door, set into the wall. an exact replica, of what i have just described, only, nine inches tall do not know, who lives, behind this door.... but i am, so going to find out.
i have since, knocked. the house belongs to, Seb. a bushy bearded landscaper, and his artist wife, Chloe. they are coming to dinner, on tuesday.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
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