a-wandering


we went for our wander this morning and saw lots of flowers, animals and untold stories walking around. One grand house we passed had a young security guard (wearing a bandanna) sitting inside the gate and writing in his book, and on the other side of the gate was his friend, talking to him and wearing a black satchel on his back. They looked about PU age. I wonder how the gate came between them?

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