You come up from the long drive. The last of the light, low and orange along the hedge. Underfoot, gravel, and the gate already standing open.

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A pencil sketch of a simple wooden gate standing open at the edge of a woodland path
S013 · The gate, left open
“The gate was never locked. It was only quiet.”

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From the Estate commonplace book

Charlie sleeps beside the gatepost
Seed head, gathered from the top field
Left on the sill, in case you came

The path continues