Ivy covers a shed with no walls. Uncut grass wrangles discarded bricks. Slabs of slate lean against the trunk of a scrub pine cut down last fall. Two metal chairs sit beneath boxes of forgotten toys. A notebook and pen balance on the arm of an Adirondack twisted by changing seasons.
A rake catches in the knee-deep ivy. Refusing defeat, it reaches, grabs,…
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