... damage the boundless balance of the tiny forest. Before me would lie the carpet of grass, usually brown and withered, which would dampen my mood, but this morbid image would never overtake the entire stretch of grass. The sides of the garden would be lined with plants and flowers as high as me. There was not much variation of colour, but I was content with the lush greens of the large leaves. Overshadowing those were larger trees left to grow at their own will, they obscured the dull fence from sight which I liked; I hated any reminder of humanity whilst I was in my own world of harmonious tranquillity. Birds high pitched and energetic songs would flow to me constantly from the back of the garden, but after a short time they would mean nothing to me. The warmth and the season seemed to have its own sound ...

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