We break with inexpressible cold
The memories it took to build this place
The folds of lawn turn truant in the twilight
Silverware and china clink in the distance
Alone as the party is prepared
The ocean pounds the far off shore
Oak leaves adorn the stone walls
And the meadows stretch enormous spans
Across a fathomless wealth of calm.
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