Mushrooms — Image by kenne
I look through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind
our home, uncared for, and wild. I moved back a few steps
because I sensed vaguely that something was about to happen.
— from Childhood and Poetry, by Pablo Neruda
![[ ... the watchtower ]](https://i0.wp.com/live.staticflickr.com/65535/55625242586_30d9ea7de3_s.jpg?w=1000&ssl=1 "[ ... the watchtower ]")
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