In a deciduous tree in Newtown: soft toys (all sizes), not yet rained on.
In an evergreen in Stanmore: a red vinyl chair with rusted, chrome-plated legs.
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"... and where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle
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