My house in the fall looks sturdy, deepening the belief that my youth was impenetrable, transpiring between wood and concrete. The bushes in the front represent a neighborhood bent on destruction, a seductive pariah, a gesture which precipitates the attack, a balance.
The soundness of this structure, this edifice, is dependent on contrast, the bushes strip a little invincible away, nature always limits our belief in the strength of self.
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