There are quite a million small houses dotting this countryside. Most each of them hold five or six faces and all those faces are full of happy red blood. The people walk to find one another on roads of bright gravel with arteries of grass in the middle.
At least that’s how he saw it when he took a wrong turn on the way to his conference.
I’m a dreamer not a schemer and thusfore the community will be me.
He laid plans and one unexpected morning the dumbfounded hamlet awoke to find a grand new mansion in their midst.
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