H15 - Hedge - Deep - Broadhollow
Used just often enough to survive, the broad and open meadow seems to be in a perpetual state of Hedge-nibbling at the edges, its borders never quite the same from day to day.
Sickly grasses struggle to grow where little sun ever shines, a queer pall in the air muting colour and leaving the earth both hard and cold. A few small crab-apple trees, incongruous, seem to have been transplanted straight out of a mortal park, though the ever-blooming boughs suffer the same dull veil as all else here, soft pinks and creamy petals leeched into a ghost of rose and pasty white.
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