The Root System
I The well was the first thing I noticed about the farm. It stood in the centre of what had once been a garden, a circle of stone six feet across, capped with a wooden roof supported by four posts that were rotting slowly into the earth. The rope that hung from the pulley was thick and brown with age, and at its end was a bucket that had been rusted into a shape that was almost beautiful if you...
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