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thanmanorhisworks,theysoarabovethelowerdeposittogreetoneanotherwithbranchesandbeckoningleaves,andtobuildacityforthebirds.Especiallyaftertherainsdotheyscreenwhatpassesbelow,butatalltimes,evenwhenscorchedorleafless,theyglorifythecitytotheEnglishpeoplewhoinhabittherise,sothatnew-comerscannotbelieveittobeasmeagreasitisdescribed,andhavetobedrivendowntoacquiredisillusionment.Asforthecivilstationitself,itprovokesnoemotion.Itcharmsnot,neitherdoesitrepel.Itissensiblyplanned,withared-brickclubonitsbrow,andfartherbackagrocer’sandacemetery,andthebungalowsaredisposedalongroadsthatintersectatrightangles.Ithasnothinghideousinit,andonlytheviewisbeautifulitsharesnothingwiththecityexcepttheoverarchingsky.
Theskytoohasitschanges,buttheyarelessmarkedthanthoseofthevegetationandtheriver.Cloudsmapitupattimes,butitisnormallyadomeofblendingtints,andthemaintintblue.Bydaythebluewillpaledownintowhitewhereittouchesthewhiteofthela
