As the leaves start to fall an amazing site is revealed in the large oak
tree bordering my property. Each day I make the journey to the tree
and tip my head back to the heavens and gaze at the curious site.
As the days pass I realize it's a tree house. And not an ordinary tree
house. It's a stunning
Tudor style house built with such precision and
love. Who on earth built it?
Day after day I sit quietly under the canopy, barely breathing hoping to
catch a glimpse of the skilled carpenter but alas, I have not been
blessed by his presence.
Perhaps I will catch him doing maintenance this Spring. For now, I sit and dream of living in such a splendid house.
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