'A Bird's Eye View' It was a long summer's day and the faint breeze blowing at me, but refreshing me as I passed under a tree. I felt the relief

... 'A Bird's Eye View' It was a long summer's day and the faint breeze blowing at me, but refreshing me as I passed under a tree. I felt the relief from the baking sun that was beating down on me and everything within reach. As I soared past the familiar sight, I had arrived to my home. I progressed swiftly up the spiral stone steps leading into a turret. It was strong and made out of roughly hewn, grey bricks, which at the present were quite rustic but charming. I could see for miles on end up here. The sky stretched out above me like an insipid blue sheet, every now and then, peppered with wispy, buoyant clouds that just seemed to hang there in the balance. The display beneath were merely squares and oblongs sewn together, it looked rather much like an enormous patched-work quilt. The fields were divided up

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