The slope of my attic roof rose in a broad benevolent peak, poking bluntly into the sky, sinking to a four-foot wall. At one end of the gable were two longs, narrow windows which allowed a good view view to come into the room, a view of sea, roof top and purple hills. Directly below the windows spread a great western maple tree, very green. Things about my place were more spready than high,…
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