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It's like a garden at your house.

I loved it and it loved me. We had a weird relationship. It gave me hours of joy and I took pride in it.

Then things started to change.

One thing or another meant I didn't have so much time to spend looking after it. It became rough around the edges and then the pleasure slipped away.

I sit looking at the over grown mess. Weeds and death, dirt on statues. The pleasant wildlife has packed up headed for pastures new, to be repleaced by wasp sqautters.

I feel it's time to burn it down to the ground and start again.

Wash the sin away, forget neglect and start afresh.

We'll see what morning brings.