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I sometimes walk through a late housing tract. Large, comfortable-looking houses on winding streets, a few of them cul-de-sacs, each with a shelf beside the front door, for potted plants, tchotchkes, or package delivery as you choose, and with large front lawns (mostly; a few have become gardens) and probably not much open space in back, especially these days when people have extended their houses and in some cases built accessory dwellings. There's a tradition on these streets of cute lawn ornaments. Like this froggy birdbath.
These people have a line of dwarfs.
These have a group that suggests a story; maybe the stag has brought the birdhouse for the birds.
This jolly group of animals and tiny cottage are actually in the strip between the sidewalk and the street. Facing the sidewalk.
While these folks just let a small lynx strop his claws on their tree.
These people have a line of dwarfs.
These have a group that suggests a story; maybe the stag has brought the birdhouse for the birds.
This jolly group of animals and tiny cottage are actually in the strip between the sidewalk and the street. Facing the sidewalk.
While these folks just let a small lynx strop his claws on their tree.
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